I ask the owls
If you love me true
They only say
Tawitt Tawoo.
I ask the owls
Why I feel so blue
They only say
Tawitt Tawoo.
I ask the owls
What shall I do?
They only say
Tawitt Tawoo.
I ask the owls
The meaning of life
They only say
Tawitt Tawoo.
I say to the owls,
Is that your best advice?
Is that the way it is?
Is that the deep and meaningful
Consensus of the universe,
Is that It?
Is that all there is?
What good are you, owls,
What’s the bloody point?
Swivel headed mouse munchers.
Nocturnal namby pambies.
Solemn pointy eared gawkers.
Tawitt bloody tawoo.
I’ll show you where you can stick
Your tawitt bloody tawoo.
My mad ranting
Frightened them away.
I ask the cuckoos
If you love me true
They only say
Cuckoo, cuckoo.
I replied,
That’s not what the owls said.
