The owl and the pussycat (remixed)

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Illustrated by Donna L. Derstine (1959 - )

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The owl and the pussycat met at dawn
In a city by the sea
They went for a stroll, looking oh so droll
Holding hands as lovers should be.

The owl looked up to the sun above
And said, could we step indoors?
I’ll sing you a song you’ve never heard
Feed you bread and cheese and more.

And more
And more

Not bread and cheese, but more.

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Pussy said to the owl, you delicate fowl
What a sweet clever way to ask
Oh let us then kiss, in cool shady bliss
And down the beer from the cask.

They rode the waves for a night and a day
In a land where the honey tree grows
Just the stars above, watched them sweetly make love
Till a wicked sun arose.

It rose
It rose

The wicked sun rose and all the passion froze.


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Said the owl to the pussy
You scheming hussy,why didn’t I see it before
And pussy just smiled and let him go wild
As they kicked and screamed some more.

And the very next day, they both ran away
And vowed they would meet again soon
When they were lonely, and perhaps if only

To dance by the light of the moon

The moon
The moon

Just to dance by the light of the moon.

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Courtesy of Home Office Mall

Notes: I like stories which don't end, and as for poems I rarely figure out if they do... like the original below
...and did they live happily ever after?


The Owl and the Pussycat - 1871 - by Edward Lear

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!
Oh! 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.