VII.

    Then Mr. Daddy Long-legs
        And Mr. Floppy Fly
    Rushed downward to the foamy sea
        With one sponge-taneous cry: 
    And there they found a little boat,
        Whose sails were pink and gray;
    And off they sailed among the waves,
        Far and far away: 
    They sailed across the silent main,
    And reached the great Gromboolian Plain;
    And there they play forevermore
    At battlecock and shuttledore.

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THE JUMBLIES.

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I.

They went to sea in a sieve, they did;
In a sieve they went to sea: 
In spite of all their friends could say,
On a winter’s morn, on a stormy day,
In a sieve they went to sea. 
And when the sieve turned round and round,
And every one cried, “You’ll all be drowned!”
They called aloud, “Our sieve ain’t big;
But we don’t care a button, we don’t care a fig: 
In a sieve we’ll go to sea!”
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live: 
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue
And they went to sea in a sieve.

II.

They sailed away in a sieve, they did,
In a sieve they sailed so fast,
With only a beautiful pea-green veil
Tied with a ribbon, by way of a sail,
To a small tobacco-pipe mast. 
And every one said who saw them go,
“Oh! won’t they be soon upset, you know? 
For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long;
And, happen what may, it’s extremely wrong
In a sieve to sail so fast.” 
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live: 
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.

III.

The water it soon came in, it did;
The water it soon came in: 
So, to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet
In a pinky paper all folded neat;
And they fastened it down with a pin. 
And they passed the night in a crockery-jar;
And each of them said, “How wise we are! 
Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long,
Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong,
While round in our sieve we spin.” 
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live: 
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.

IV.

And all night long they sailed away;
And when the sun went down,
They whistled and warbled a moony song
To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,
In the shade of the mountains brown. 
“O Timballoo!  How happy we are
When we live in a sieve and a crockery-jar! 
And all night long, in the moonlight pale,
We sail away with a pea-green sail
In the shade of the mountains brown.” 
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live: 
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.