Otus plays some drums

groove’s always lots of fun

he also work some bass

his feathers slap it night and day

sometimes he goes too far

and even tries a lil’ guitar

singing gentle tunes

he spends the lonely nights

lost beneath the wood

dreaming of the wild

deep down below

beneath the abyss of his restless owly mind

there’s an orchestra that never seems to stop

working all the way to make him shine

wake up lil’ Otus boy

the moose is painted red

come gather all your toys

the time has come to shred.