Last week it was my birthday
Got some owl feather soap
Made from real owl feathers.
I mistook it for a joke
My friend said, " That soap's special
The feathers make it wise.
You will take it home and wash away
a look of sheer surprise"
" The lather knows just where to go
But stays away from eyes
It hunts down dirt until you're clean
Then by itself it dries"
Well lately I've had cravings
as I've sat around the house,
to stroll down to the meadow
and catch myself a mouse
I'm asking people I already know
" Hoo Hoo Hoo are you?"
I have never blinked my eyes a lot,
but now that's all I do.
When feathered soap is finished
I won't buy another bar
unless it's for a friend
with a barn in his backyard
c) C. Butler 1996
