She's got big ol' owl eyes, Smells liked sweet grilled onions, And smiles when she ought to cry. "The stage is too small," she says. She's a riot though- Loves courage and formal apologies, Gave me a swingset for my birthday. I watched her chase pigeons in the yard. Oh, she's got big ol' owl eyes, Saucers that bind my tongue. And for that I'd be wrong Just to make her right.