There is an oak tree near my yard,
I saw a large hole – it wasn’t hard.
I looked at the hole and then I knew,
An owl had made a home brand new.
He poked his head out of his home,
I asked him if he had a comb.
He laughed at that and hooted at me,
He said I’m living in a tree.
He said my nest is nice and warm,
It keeps me nicely out of the storm.
I have my bed and easy chair,
And lots of food for me to share.
I cook and clean around my nest,
This old oak tree is the best.
I’ll not wander from from here,
I love to look out and see the deer.