On Hearing A Boobook Owl

I can hear the boobook calling in those woods not far away
He is calling in the gum wood bird that hide from lamp of day
Mopoke mopoke re-echo in the silence of the night
And the boobook is a calling when the woods are dark and quiet.

Mopoke mopoke re-echo and the wood mouse cringe in fear
For he know his life's in danger when the boobook's voice he hear
And he take the safety measure and he quickly go to ground
For the safest place his burrow when the boobook is around.

Mopoke mopoke re-echo and the tiny silver eye
Awaken from her slumber and to safer place she fly
And the silver eye remember and she know too well she know
That the boobook is a killer 'tis her mother told her so.

Mopoke mopoke re-echo and the yellow robin wake
And she fly off from her roosting perch for her own safety sake
And her instincts tell the robin for to find a safer tree
And she know that boobook show no mercy for small song bird such as she.

Mopoke mopoke re-echo in the silence of the night
And the boobook owl is calling and the woods are dark and quiet
And the wood mouse and the robin and the tiny silver eye
Go in search of safer shelter when they hear the boobook's cry.