The Judge is like the Owl —
I’ve heard my Father tell —
And Owls do build in Oaks —
So here’s an Amber Sill —

That slanted in my Path —
When going to the Barn —
And if it serve You for a House —
Itself is not in vain —

About the price — ’tis small —
I only ask a Tune
At Midnight — Let the Owl select
His favorite Refrain.

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