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A wise old owl lived in an oak The more he saw the less he spoke The less he spoke the more he heard And then one day he suddenly died of a massive stroke That’s what you get when you remain inactive like him That poor old bloke

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  1. My favorite bird is the wise old owl except for wise old you who would probably give that wise old owl a run for its money

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