Spring can really hang you up the most. Those words were in a song on a record by Jackie and Roy ( I think that was the name of the very talented duo) that my parents used to play. It was a love song, of course. Spring and love do seem to go together. It was also a bit of a melancholy love song, which also seem to go together all too often.

Which is all an introduction to an apology for being lax about the blog! Spring hung me up with this and that… none of which had to do with sad love songs, just a general malaise when my work was done, or a bit of gardening when the sun shone, and other excuses.

So, I am going to share a great and silly poem (although probably quite pithy, too) by Edward Lear.

For your reading pleasure, then …

The Owl and the Pussycat

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!

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.

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.