She lived in an owl tree,

The bark hollow, the wood rotted

She lived in an owl tree,

The bird forever hooted

The girl and i, her face so pretty

The girl and i, so short, so soft

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

We’d meet below the owl tree

So long, long ago.

We no longer meet by the owl tree,

That owl girl and i

We haven’t met there for a decade at least,

That owl girl and i

We no longer walk, or talk ‘bout the deepest thoughts

That girl who lived in an old owl tree