back when i was little, dear
a wise man said to me
"what's gone and passed it may seem clear
but what's to come is oft murky"
and he showed me something secret, dear
our destiny in just one word
he was actually quite specific, dear
it was a certain type of bird
owls hold our future dear
our future is in owls
you, me and the mopoke dear
our future is in owls
the tawny and the snowy, dear
the pygmy and great horned
our future is in owls, dear
you best be foerwarned
so come a little closer dear
i'll whisper you the truth
owls are out there waiting
while we while away our youth
the time is drawing nearer, dear
nearer by the day
so speak a little softer dear
and take heart in what i say
owls hold our future dear
our future is in owls
you, me and the southern boobook dear
our future is in owls
the tawny and the snowy, dear
the pygmy and great horned
our future is in owls, dear
you best be forewarned