Whether You Are A Twelve-year-old

We Are The Owls Of The Weather Chaw. We Take It Blistering, We Take It All. Roiling Boiling Gusts, We're The Owls With The Guts. For Blizzards Our Gizzards Dr Tremble With Joy. An Ice Storm, A Gale, How We Love Blinding Hail. We Fly Forward And Backward, Upside Down And Flat. Do We Flinch? Do We Wail? Do We Skitter Or Scutter? No, We Yarp One More Pellet And Fly Straight For The Gutter! Do We Screech? Do We Scream? Do We Gurgle? Take Pause? Not On Your Life! For We Are The Best Of The Best Of The Chaws!

Far Away If First Black, But It Shall Be Back Over Field Over Flower In The Twilight Hour. We Are Home In Our Tree. We Are Owls, We Are Free. As We Go, This We Know Glaux Is Nigh.

Thinking - In Particular Abstract Thinking, Which Most Of Us Are Introduced To Through The Study Of Mathematics And Literature - Helps Us Learn That We Can Become Problem Solvers.

Come To Us And Quackle And Quank. Relieve Us Of Our Stirrings With Your Fangs So Sharp And Bright Take This Blood That's Always Purring. Through Our Hollow Bones It Flows To Each Feather And Downy Fluff. Quell The Terrible, Horrid Urge That So Often Prinkles Us, Still Our Dreams, Make Slow Our Thoughts Let Tranquillity Flood Our Veins. Come To Us And Drink Your Fill So We Might End Our Pains. - The Owls At St. Aegolius Calling To The Bats

A Legend, Kludd, Is A Story That You Begin To Feel In Your Gizzard And Then Over Time It Becomes True In Your Heart. And Perhaps Makes You Become A Better Owl.