"Read me a piece of literature before off to bed"
Spake the owl
"Hum-drum" quothed the severed head
Displeased the owl pecked
On the twelve maggots dancing
Amidst the rotting flesh
Wrily the head wiggled a naughty smile
"The worms turn after a little while"
And with that, the owl stopped
And to the ground he fell in a lifeless flop