What a Hoot!

Ballad of the Screeching Potato
by LadyGrace

There once was a hoot owl named Clyde,
Who was fearsome, smart and wide-eyed.
But each time he would screech,
He'd fall off out of reach
And land in the pigpen outside.

He'd hoot at the moon every night,
Convinced he could give it a fright.
But the moon stayed up high,
While a bat zoomed nearby
And bonked poor old Clyde mid-flight.

Now Clyde had a terrible fear
Of squirrels that had big fluffy rears
One twitched its big tail,
Clyde let out a wail
That was heard three whole counties from here.

The raccoons all laughed till they cried,
The possums rolled over and sighed.
A skunk said, “Good grief,
You ain’t no night chief—
You’re a feathered potato with eyes!”

So now when the nighttime gets loud,
And the owls start acting all proud,
They think of old Clyde,
Who slipped, squawked, and cried…
Then chased by a piglet through town. 😆🦉

HOOO KNEW?