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The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
‘O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!’II
Pussy said to the Owl, ‘You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?’
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.III
‘Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?’ Said the Piggy, ‘I will.’
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
Filed under Books, Gardens, Holidays, Newcastle & Alnwick 2016
The Owl and the Pussycat
14 Comments CherryPie on Oct 14th 2016
This is charming, Cherie – a poem personified (or something)
The unfinished poem: THE CHILDREN OF THE OWL AND THE PUSSYCAT .
Our mother was the Pussycat, our father was the Owl
And so we’re partly little beasts, and partly little fowls,
The brothers of our family have feathers and they hoot
While all the sisters dressed in fur and have long tails to boot.
Edward Lear
(Discovered on a yellowish piece of paper, in an old Lear’s NONSENSE SONGS)
It should be: ” dress in fur”
And again, you managed an enchanting picture, Cherie.
Thank you
That is delightful I had not heard of that before
Oh how sweet. I remember this poem very well from my childhood.
It is one of my childhood memories too. I can almost recite the poem!
It was lovely to see artwork which reminded me of a childhood memory.
a great shot and i liked the poem, it was not familiar to me but an enjoyable piece, CP.
Edward Lear is English and in England his ‘nonsense’ poems are part of our modern heritage.
I very much ejoye the poems and teaching in my youth
Why owl not rooster?
Ask Edward
what a wonderful poem and image to start off a fun weekend Cherie… i like it….peter:)
I am glad you enjoyed it