December.
The sleep of the earth has begun under the white, thick snow. The Owl is abroad by night—
“A flitting shape of fluffy down
In the shadow of the woods,
‘Tu-wit! tu-whoo!’ I wish I knew;
Tell me the riddle, I beg—
Whether the egg was before the Owl
Or the Owl before the egg?”
Arranged by Ella F. Mosby.