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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!'


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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.


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'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.

altf4 hat geschrieben:
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;

Nanno hat geschrieben:That is indeed a very moving little piece of poetry!

Cheers,
Greg

jules hat geschrieben:i had to laugh at the pig selling his ring for a shilling

Nanno hat geschrieben:To YOU it may be a nursery rhyme, but for ME this is just WOW... Greg

altf4 hat geschrieben:

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To the land where the Bong-tree grows

~:)

They're shaped like a marshmellow stick and vary in height.

The Tale of Little Pig Robinson is a children's book written and illustrated by Beatrix Potter and first published simultaneously in Britain by Frederick Warne & Co. and in America by David McKay Company in September 1930.[1] The tale is the story of the pig in Edward Lear's "The Owl and the Pussycat" and how he came to "the land where the Bong tree grows". Potter spent a holiday in Lyme Regis when she was seventeen, and used views of Lyme Regis, nearby Sidmouth, Ilfracombe, Hastings, Sussex, and Teignmouth Harbour as backgrounds in the book. Though her last published book, it was one of the first written.[2]

altf4 hat geschrieben:in fact it's a 'nonsense rhyme': pretty surrealistic at that. anyone know the drugs they took during that time?
also, correct me if i'm rong, it's written in limmerick-format.

but it's true, it has a beauty you can't quite put a finger on.

oh - wrong language

g max ~:)

Nanno hat geschrieben:...and yes, my mum read it to me, when I was small... (asked her today)
Cheers,
Greg