“Boo-book week!” hooted the boobook owl,
Last night from half past two.
“Boo-book, boo-book, boo-book week.”
It hooted as it flew.
And on and on until the dawn,
When suddenly it quit.
Then “Cock-a-doodle-doodle-do!” the rooster crowed a bit.
Followed by, “Bok bawk! Bok bawk!
Bok bawk, bok bawk, bok BOOK week!
The hens clucked on, they did not cease –
All day, bok bawk, bok BOOK week!
So that is how I know,
That this week is boo-book week.
Or as the hens prefer to say –
Bok bawk, bok bawk, bok BOOK week
