It was early, one evening,
When I heard a strange call,
echoing from the tree line,
then off the garden wall.
A sound, I can't seem to recall,
except it was a strange tune.
It was the sound of a waterfowl,
a solitary, well crazy old Loon.
It was early, one evening,
When I heard a strange call,
echoing from the tree line,
then off the garden wall.
A sound, I can't seem to recall,
except it was a strange tune.
It was the sound of a waterfowl,
a solitary, well crazy old Loon.