Flutter Like A Hummingbird, Dive Like An

Otulissa Swelled Up To Twice Her Normal Size. 'well, Sprink On Your Spronk!

What Gives A Wriggle And Makes You Giggle When You Eat'em? Whose Weensy Little Feet Make My Heart Really Beat? Why, It's Those Little Creepy Crawlies That Make Me Feel So Jolly. For The Darling Centipede My Favorite Buggy Feed I Always Want Some More. That's The Insect I Adore More Than Beetles, More Than Crickets, Which At Times Gives Me The Hiccups. I Crave Only To Feed On A Juicy Centipede And I Shall Be Happy Forevermore." -soren

Every Pellet Has A Story All Its Own. Every Pellet Has A Story All Its Own. With Its Fur And Teeth And Bones And One Or Two Stones, Every Pellet Has A Story All Its Own. We Shall Dissect Every Pellet With Glee. Perhaps We'll Find A Rodents Knee. And Never Shall We Tire In The Sacred Task That We Conspire, No Do Our Work Less Perfectly And Those Bright Flecks At The Core, Which Makes Our Hearts Soar, Shall Forever Remain The Deepest Mystery. - The Owlets In The Pelletorium At St. Aegolius

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

Hail To St. Aegolius Our Alma Mater. Hail, Our Song We Raise In Praise Of Thee Long In The Memory Of Every Loyal Owl Thy Splendid Banner Emblazoned Be. Now To Thy Golden Talons Homage We're Bringing. Guiding Symbol Of Our Hopes And Fears Hark To The Cries Of Eternal Praises Ringing Long May We Triumph In The Coming Years. - The Owls Of St. Aegolius