Eerin, the Small Grey Owl — Catherine Eliza Somerville Stow

"We shall follow the bee to its nest in the goolabah;We shall follow it to its nest in the bibbil-tree.Honey too shall we find in the goori-tree,But Eerin the light sleeper will follow with us no longer."

"Many were the days when we took our nets to the river;Many and big were the cod-fish we caught in them,But Eerin the light sleeper will go no more to the river;No more will he rub himself with the oil of cod-fish,Eerin will never eat again of the cod-fish."

"We shall spear Bohrah on the moorillas,And Dinewan shall fall when we throw,But Eerin will hunt with us no longer,Never again will Eerin eat of our hunting.Hunt shall we often, and oft shall we find;But the widow of Eerin will kindle no fires for his coming,"

"Never again shall the voice of the light sleeperCry 'Mil; Mil, Mil,' as an enemy nears us.Cracked will our skulls be and speared our bodies.Eerin can warn us no more with his cry,Only his spirit can come to us ever, an offering let us now pour to it."