Nursery Rhymes:

The Owl and the Pussycat

The owl and the pussycat 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 an accordion,

‘Oh, lovely Pussy, oh, Pussy, my love,

Did you bring the pickled onions, my onions?

Did you bring the pickled onions?’

Pussy said to the owl, ‘You silly old fowl!

Did you think I had forgot?

To bring the one thing, to which you most cling,

Your onions, be they pickled or not?’

They sailed away for a year and a day,

To the land of the onion tree, afar.

And there on a hill, saw the biggest one still,

Bearing onions, all pickled in jars, in jars,

Bearing onions, all pickled in jars.

‘We shall take them right now,’ said the fowl out aloud,

‘The onions, be they pickled or not.’

And they took them away sailing off the next day,

Despite the gross weight of the lot,

They dined on this treat, but dared not to speak,

All the way home in their pea-green rig.

Then hand in hand, green-faced, on the dry land,

They dashed to the toilet – so sick, so sick,

They dashed to the toilet – so sick.

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