From the recording The Crone
Music and lyrics by W. A. King
Lyrics
Amelia the cat brings a baby screech to the welcome mat as if to teach I'd better start watching what I think 37 eastbound saw a dead bird and turned around only to find of course that it's an owl owl of you is naked truth owl of you is eternal youth bring me owl of you owl fly on in like a rainbow pilot right on through the spectrum to Violet owl smudged and buried in sacred ground rabbits gophers owls all around in a meadow where it won't be found