Last night my house was Hoo-ed
Through brick and wall and window pane.
It was exactly half passed two
When I heard that large eyed feather brain
Proclaim his amorous design.

That persistent devil Hoo-ed and Hoo-ed
And drew me to my frozen porch
To view his pleasant pulchritude
Spot-lighted by a moon beam torch
While perched upon a wintry pine.

"Hoo-Hoo to you." I cried.
"She's gone and you'll not find her here.
But you can stay and Hoo all day
If you think that she'll appear
To seek who Hoo's upon my house."

Then, back to bed I crept
And heard him Hoo and Hoo and Hoooo-oo
Till asleep my dreams concept
An owl in silent glide pursue
Across my frosty lawn a mouse.