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What Is A Fleecy As A Cloud, As Majestic And Shimmering As The Breaking Dawn, As Gorgeous As The Sun The Sun Is Strong? Why, It's Me! Twilight, The Great Gray, Tiger Of The Sky --- Light Of The Night, Most Beautiful, An Avian Delight. I Beam --- I Gleam --- I'm A Livin' Flying Dream. Watch Me Roll Off This Cloud And Pop On Back. This Is Flying. I Ain't No Hack.

We Are The Owls Of The Weather Chaw. We Take It Blistering, We Take It All. Roiling Boiling Gusts, We're The Owls With The Guts. For Blizzards Our Gizzards Dr Tremble With Joy. An Ice Storm, A Gale, How We Love Blinding Hail. We Fly Forward And Backward, Upside Down And Flat. Do We Flinch? Do We Wail? Do We Skitter Or Scutter? No, We Yarp One More Pellet And Fly Straight For The Gutter! Do We Screech? Do We Scream? Do We Gurgle? Take Pause? Not On Your Life! For We Are The Best Of The Best Of The Chaws!

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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

Cycling, Cycling Forever Bear, Wolf, Caribou. When Had It All Started, Where Will It End? We Are All Part Of One, From Such Simple Beginnings And Yet All So Different. Yet One. One And Again.