NONSENSE SONGS.

THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT.

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I.

    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!”

II.

    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.

III.

    “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.

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THE DUCK AND THE KANGAROO.

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I.

    Said the Duck to the Kangaroo,
       “Good gracious! how you hop
    Over the fields, and the water too,
        As if you never would stop! 
    My life is a bore in this nasty pond;
    And I long to go out in the world beyond: 
        I wish I could hop like you,”
        Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.

II.

“Please give me a ride on your back,”
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo: 
“I would sit quite still, and say nothing but ‘Quack’
The whole of the long day through;
And we ’d go the Dee, and the Jelly Bo Lee,
Over the land, and over the sea: 
Please take me a ride! oh, do!”
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.

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III.

Said the Kangaroo to the Duck,
“This requires some little reflection. 
Perhaps, on the whole, it might bring me luck;
And there seems but one objection;
Which is, if you’ll let me speak so bold,
Your feet are unpleasantly wet and cold,
And would probably give me the roo-
Matiz,” said the Kangaroo.

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IV.

Said the Duck, “As I sate on the rocks,
I have thought over that completely;
And I bought four pairs of worsted socks,
Which fit my web-feet neatly;
And, to keep out the cold, I’ve bought a cloak;
And every day a cigar I’ll smoke;
All to follow my own dear true
Love of a Kangaroo.”