Poem: Edward Lear

I have this thing about boats. Song to the siren. Not lost at sea. The potential - perfectly encapsulated in the wonderfully whimsical The Owl and the Pussy-cat:

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.