The Forest Blue Book

The owl sat on the big oak tree

As proud as any one could be.

A crow came from an upper limb

And sat just out of reach of him.

The crow was ugly, showed its claws,

And said he was the boss be-caws

The owl he couldn’t see by day

And was a coward, anyway.

“Hoot,” said the wise old bird, mad clear through,

“Come round tonight and see hoo’s hoo!”

May 15, 1913

Sent Times May 16