“The Owl goes who, who, the Dove goes coo, coo, humans go you! You!”
“Two scoops of crazy with a side of coo coo ca choo”
“The owl goes not into the nest of the lark.”
“She wants to be flowers, but you make her owls. You must not complain, then, if she goes hunting.”
“Alan shook his head. Jeremy was hopeless. Either he’d find an equally soft-headed girl and they’d live happily ever after like two cooing doves, or he’d be eaten alive by some she-spider.”
“Hey, sexy. Why haven’t you called?” The cooing sound came from behind me, and I glanced back over my shoulder to see a familiar-looking brunette. “Because I’m the asshole who never calls,” I replied with a wink.”