Mopoke Mopoke Is All It Has To Say

In the still of night I hear the boobook cry Mopoke mopoke in the parkland nearby Mopoke mopoke is all it has to say The bird that hides from the bright lamp of day A voice quite unmelodiuos though clear That in the night time one does often hear An owl that the small songbirds greatly fear They fly from their roosting perch when boobook's near Small enough for to kill and delicious for to eat To boobook's taste buds quite a tasty treat With killer claws and a deadly hooked bill The boobook owl is out hunting for to kill Mopoke mopoke echoes in the night sky The boobook owl hunts in the park nearby.