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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!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"
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,
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,
They danced by the light of the moon.
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"Now that we're wed and together in bed" Owl said,
"Your sweet pussy I long to see!"
"Miaow!" she purred! "Oh! You dirty old bird!"
"My sweet pussy's so sweet, tee-hee!"
But how does an owl and a cat make love,
When together with feathers and fur?
A shot in a show? But I really don't know!
They tried to make love! They tried, and tried,
Until both of them nearly died!!
"Oh!" said he, "I can't do nowt and feel shagged out!"
"Your sweet pussy I can't get in!"
"Miaow! Miaow!" cried Puss, and wailed
"You impotent fowl with that pin!"
Sleeping together and no sex got tough;
Then Pussy-Cat yelled "Enough is enough!"
Oh! Yelling is telling! Telling and felling!
Feathers flying about! Feathers flying about!
And the poor bird in the nest got it rough, so rough.
This tale of the Owl and the Pussy-Cat ends
On a note rather sad in a boat.
They in their remorse soon got a divorce
And they again sailed away, afloat.
Yeah, away! Yeah yeah! Owl, poor loving owl,
Had no quick roll in the hay, hay hay.
Oh! Puppy love fun! Oh! Puppy love, oh!
Funny maybe? Oh, Boy! Funny maybe?
As each sail hence, away, away.
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