The Open Window

It’s boiling in my bedroom,
And I cannot sleep,
So I get out of bed,
And to the window I creep,

I open it up,
And let loose a breeze,
To cool down this room,
And put me at ease,

But then to my window,
There comes an owl,
He grumbles and snarls,
His expression’s a scowl,

He says, ‘Close your window,
You make too much noise,
You talk in your sleep,
I hate the sound of your voice!’

So I close the window,
But I hear him say, ‘Hoo!
I don’t want to share
The night with you!’

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