Scary stuff.
A silent white shadow
A ghost on the breeze
Adrift in the air
I sail through the trees
A phantom a spectre
I scare girls and boys
In the darkness of night
An uncanny noise
Their eyes wide and staring
They listen for me
Envisioning demons
Or ghostly banshee
I’m spooky I’m scary
And what’s more, to boot
I’m an owl I don’t care
I just don’t give a hoot
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