All-Night Diner

I’m going to teach my owl to sing in Presbyterian.
I think it’s fine — it’s perfectly all right
the way he hoos the country kids to sleep.
What really bothers me is how he spends his nights.
Am I to go on harboring
a criminal, a dunce, a common thief?
No, no! I’m not a keeper of assassins.
I’ll simply teach the bird to sing.
The lessons must begin at once.