American Old Time Song Lyrics: 36 The Owl Critic

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By James Y. Fields.

"Who stuffed that white owl? "No one spoke in the shop;
The barber was busy, and he couldn't stop;
The customers, waiting their turns, were all reading
The Daily, the Herald, the Post-little heeding
The young man who blurted out such a blunt question;
Not one raised a head nor made a suggestion-
And the barber kept on shaving.

"Don't you see Mister Brown," cried the youth with a frown,
"How wrong the whole thing is, how preposterous each wing is,
How flattened the head is, how jammed down the neck is-
In short, the whole owl, what an ignorant wreck 'tis?
I make no apology, I've learned owl-eology,
I've passed days And nights in a hundred collections,
And cannot be blinded to any defections
Arising from unskillful fingers that fail
To stuff a bird right from his beak to his tail.
Mister Brown! Mister Brown! do take that bird down
Or you'll soon be the laughing-stock all over town! "
And the barber kept on shaving.

"I've studied owls and other night fowls,
And I tell you what I know to be true;
An owl cannot roost with his limbs so unloosed;
No owl in this world ever had his claws curled;
Ever had his legs slanted, ever had his bill canted,
Ever had his neck screwed into that attitude.
he can't do it- because 'tis against all bird-laws.
Anatomy teaches, ornithology preaches,
An owl has a toe that can't turn out so!
I've made the white owl my study for years,
And to see such a job almost moves me to tears!
Mister Brown, I'm amazed you should be so gone-crazed
As to put up a bird in that posture absurd!
To look at that owl really brings on a dizziness;
The man who stuffed him don't half know his business!"
And the barber kept on shaving.

"Examine those eyes! I'm filled with surprise
Taxidermist should pass off on you such poor glass;
So unnatural they seem they'd make Audubon scream,
And John Burroughs laugh to encounter such chaff.
Do take that bird down, have him stuffed again, Brown!
With some sawdust and bark I could stuff in the dark
An owl better than that! I could make an old hat
Look more like an owl than that horrid fowl
Stuck up there so stiff like a side of coarse leather.
In fact, about him there's not one natural feather!"
Just then, with a wink And a sly normal lurch.
The owl very gravely got down from his perch;
Walked around and regarded his fault-finding critic
(Who thought he was stuffed) with a glance analytic
And then fairly hooted, as if he would say:
" Your learning's at fault this time, any way;
Don't waste it again on a live bird, I pray.
I'm an owl; you're another. Sir critic, good day!"
And the barber kept on shaving.
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