Owl has been shopping for sweetbreads
She likes things rare and dripping
In her bag she has potted head of calf,
Gullet of hare, stomach of lamb
And two pigs' cheeks found rotting
Mouse tongue and testicles are for dessert
And to keep her bowels regular
Whiskers, fur and tails are all grist to her mill
Cooking will not be a problem,
She swallows her rarebits whole
Mice, rats, moles, squirrels, voles
All go down the hole that is her beak
For snacks, she'll pick upon insects and worms,
Spiders, frogs and lizards,
Which explains why owl's bag is rather full
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