Owl Lover

The Owl
The Owl that lives in the old oak tree
Opens his eyes and cannot see
When it's clear as day to your and me;
But not long after the sun goes down
And the Church Clock strikes in Tarrytown
And Nora puts on her green nightgown,
He opens his big bespectacled eyes
And shuffles out of the hollow tree,
And flies and flies
and flies and flies,
And flies and flies
and flies and flies.

William Jay Smith

Porque, os mochos estão na moda, e porque eu adoro mochos... um mocho moderno que não passa despercebido a ninguém.

Ref. C003

Pendente - 9 cm
Fio - 36 cm
Cor - ouro velho

5 sabrinas

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