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!'
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!'
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,
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.
'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.
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.
No surprises this week, except perhaps the rather seventies cover - and ok fine, my memory might well be playing tricks on me but I swear we had a battered copy of this exact book when we were kids. So awesome to see it again.
Anyway, once again have a fantastic week, and for more literary and poetic stimulation don't forget to visit the other fantastic people that make up the Tuesday hub here where for the next two weeks a poem will unfold - my sub is happening late on Good Friday - hopefully.
Yes, it is, and I've added my line "...Demeter's heart strung low against the blue note sky." in an attempt to marry the themes of music and harvest. Tim Jones' line is next. I'm absolutely fascinated to see where he'll go with it.
Yes, it is, and I've added my line "...Demeter's heart strung low against the blue note sky." in an attempt to marry the themes of music and harvest. Tim Jones' line is next. I'm absolutely fascinated to see where he'll go with it.
A.J. Ponder
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Great to read this poem again Alicia. Such lovely words and so happy! Thankyou.
ReplyDeleteNice of you to drop by, it's always good to see other Tuesday poets that like a little nonsense/children's poetry in their diet :)
DeleteBTW cute dinosaur poem http://gurglewords.wordpress.com/2012/04/02/tuesday-poem-have-you-ever/
My sentiments exactly!
DeleteLovely to see this poem again. I memorised it when I was eight or nine, I liked it so much. It was years before I found out what a "runcible spoon" was, though.
ReplyDeleteCheers Janis - I remember thinking it was a lead spoon - and therefore bendable but thought I'd better check - and of course sooo wrong - Wikipedia says this http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Runcible but who beleives Wikipedia anyway so I also found this somewhat unapologetic and amusing rant :) http://www.straightdope.com/columns/read/1228/whats-a-runcible-spoon.
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