Words, As You Well Know, Can Be

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!

She Told Them Simply And Directly That The Meadow Was A Place Of Peace And Beauty, Where Indeed If One Came To It In A Quiet Manner, The Animals Would Not Be Disturbed; For There Are Lovely Birds, And Squirrels And Field Mice, And Sometimes Deer.

I Am Ashamed Of Anyone Who Has Eyes And Still Can't See.

Very Possible! Possible, Indeed. Maybe Even Probable, Which, As You Know If You Study Your Arithmetic,can Happen More Often Than Possible. In Other Words, Probable Is More Possible Than Possible. - Bubo

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