the owl speaks to gray

who, who has dared to treat us owls so ill?
(with us, of course, it's whoo to use two whos)
to whomsover it was, i take my quill
to twit him for his quite erroneous view!

doubtless some elegiac poet gray
too witless and too wooden in the head
to understand a whit of what we say
has misconstrued my twilight serenade

no i do not complain, i am not a grouse
(i give two hoots when i am blue)
you heard me call my love to share a mouse
for that's our owlish way - to whit to woo!