The Owl And The Pussy-Cat

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!'

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.

'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.

by Edward Lear

Comments (5)

this is good, though words like gods concubine and embracing sensuality for me kinda ruin just a little bit, the poems too positive for it to get totaly ruin, its spiritual feel, u are one talented writer
'Be grateful but claim not ownership of what belongs to God' -an excellent poem...Bob Dylan talks about 'too much of nothing' and you remind us of whats important I am wishing you joy-Pia
This is so nice Ray. You're exactly right, those things mean so little when it all comes down to it. Just 'being' should be enough...the rest takes care of itself. Great poem. Sincerely, mary
Guess its better to have everything to lose than nothing to live for. Moyax
Wonderful, good advice and good insight. They do not make luggage racks on hursts. Born in the world with nothing, leave with nothing. Patricia Gale