The Owl And The Pussycat

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.

Rhyme and Illustrations by Edward Lear

I was talking with my mom this morning, and we somehow got on the subject of nursery rhymes.  I recalled my favorite one as “The Owl and the Pussycat” by Edward Lear.  Try as I might, I could not recall more than a few lines, so when I stopped for a break I looked it up on the web.

I sat there reading it over and over again with an ear to ear grin.  In my mind it was like going to the attic, dusting off an old photo album, and seeing the pictures I conjured up with a 5 year old’s imagination, 45 years ago.  I don’t remember what I thought Bong Trees looked like, but seeing the illustrations again took me back to a much better time.  A time when I was not jaded by things I have seen or done.  A time when I was innocent, curious and above all else, happy.

My happiness is returning after years of strife.  I’ve simplified my life and have achievable goals.  I’m getting back to the 5 year old boy I once was, with the wonder for all things new.  A renewed appreciation for what’s free and right in front of us.  Thankful that I saw the bad road I was on and changed course.  But most of all, thank you mom for planting the seeds of adventure and whimsy in the imagination of your 5 year old son.  All these years later and it’s still there!

 

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14 thoughts on “The Owl And The Pussycat

  1. I loved Edward Lear as a child. Earlier this year I read ‘the four little children that went around the world’ to my grandkids. I think I enjoyed it more than them, I was literally rolling with laughter. Silly grandad!

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  2. Oh my goodness. Look at you. Got me all teary with that stuff about your mom… I just keep on thinking about how fast childhood goes… Great post. You sound happy. Love the idea of happy! 🙂

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