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.