A little brown owl once lived in a tree,
Afar in the forest that grew.
A bachelor fowl and lonely was he,
For neighbours were scattered and few.
And so, he determined to change his estate –
Said he, “I’ll look for a suitable mate,
For as long as you’re single ‘tis never too late
	To woo-oo! To woo-oo! To woo-oo!”

He hooted in vain, till his voice nearly broke,
The whole of a summer night through,
“I’m wanting a mate in my snug, hollow oak!”
And the brown owl felt terribly blue.
A bachelor bird I must still be, I fear,
For nobody loves me, ‘tis awfully clear!”
Just then came a voice, as the dawning drew near – 
	“I do-ooo! I do-ooo! I do-ooo!”

Now the little brown owl has a neat little mate
Of the same sober, sensible hue,
A happier fowl, with pleasure I state,
Is not to be found – for ‘tis true,
Although you may fancy a bachelor den
A snug enough dwelling, nine times out of ten
You’ll find it a thousand times comfier when
	You’re two-oo! You’re two-oo! You’re two-oo!