The Ballad Of The Quacking Owl

The Ballad Of The Quacking Owl ballad

Artwork by Angie Caira.

If you’re walking by the bushes
at the end of the lane
you may hear a little quack
as the sun begins to wane.

You may look for the water
where the ducks might be,
but there’s no-one in sight
just the rustling of the leaves.

Would you believe
the quack that you heard
was the sound of an owl,
a sad little bird.

“A quacking owl?”
I hear you exclaim,
“Well that’s just silly,
this must be a game”

“Owls don’t quack,
it’s well known and true,
they have two big eyes
and they say, “Twit Twoo!”

Well Oscar is his name
and it’s really quite sad,
“Quack” is all he can say
ever since he was a lad.

People came from miles around
just to see the quacking owl,
to laugh and poke fun at him
until he flew off with a scowl.

Poor little Oscar was so sad
that he hid high up the trees,
his quacks could still be heard
but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Whoever wants an owl
that can’t twit-twoo?”
he thought to himself
with a tearful boo-hoo.

He hid up in his tree
and just wouldn’t come out,
no matter what they did
or how loud they’d shout.

The days became weeks
and still there was no sight
of our poor little Oscar
and his terrible plight.

But then one bright day
on the west wind arrived
another little owl
whose name was Clive.

He landed on the branch
and he started to quack,
well Oscar was so happy
that his wings flap-flapped.

They were friends from the start
and Oscar was so pleased,
that they both came out to play
lower down in the trees.

It was the sweetest sight
that you ever could see,
two quacking owls
who where happy as could be!


Written on 15th April 2014.
Revised
 8th September 2015.

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You always write @dartherino with a message in mind. The peculiarity of one ceases once other people
exhibit a similarity. Indeed! Or birds of the same feathers flock together. Your pleasant rhymes are a joy to read.

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