Orville The Owl

This here's a hoot!
Bout a hooty old coot
With the wonderful name of Orville
You can hear him at night
Hooty-hooing his plight
From his lonely old perch up the hill

They once were in love
Like two turtle doves
Orville and his old flame Mildred
Though Orville's memory
Was now a bit feathery
She died and it left him bewildered

He didn't know why
She just up and died
Thought she'd be his love for a lifetime
But fate came along
Sang a very sad song
Now he hoots for hours every nighttime

So now when sad hoots
Resound in your ear
Of a lonesome old owl named Orville
You'll know the reason
He hoots every season
From his lonely old perch up the hill