My white owl He has so many faces Inside in different places He wants to go My white owl His feathers are so icy Soft but sharp They cut through anything at all
He loves to run He loves to run He loves to run My white owl He hates to fly But he was born to run
My white owl He's not a bedtime story You will never see him Soaring over you My white owl He is a wide-eyed hero Of the night Catching with hunger Every breath in sight
He loves to run He loves to run He loves to run My white owl He hates to fly But he was born to run
He loves to run He loves to run He loves to run My white owl He hates to fly But he loves to run
