Poem by Clara Doty Bates

The Little Brown Owl

The little brown owl sits up in the Tree,
And if you look well
His big eyes you may see.
He says Whit a whoo, when the night grows dark,
And he hears the dogs
and the little foxes bark.

1. Jack and the Bean-Stalk
2. The Gold-Spinner
3. Dick Whittington and His Cat
4. Camping Out
5. Foolish Bobolink

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