Nursery Rhyme. DXVII. Natural History.

    There was an owl lived in an oak,
        Wisky, wasky, weedle;
    And every word he ever spoke
        Was fiddle, faddle, feedle.

    A gunner chanced to come that way,
        Wisky, wasky, weedle;
    Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird."
        Fiddle, faddle, feedle.

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