The Owl and the Pussycat went to the 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 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 noise,
His noise, His noise,
With a ring at the end of its 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 live on the hill.
They denied on mince and slices of quince,
Which they eat 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.