A sequel to Edward Lear’s ‘The Owl and the Pussy-Cat
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat sailed away
From the land where the Bong-tree grows,
And gave not a fig for the poor Piggy-wig
Who was left with a hole through his nose.
Though a shilling was thrilling, the outlook was chilling
Since noses with holes, Piggy knew,
To winds would succumb and become rather numb
With Piggy-wig-pink turning blue.
But the Bell-Ringer smiled, ‘Poor Piggy, my child,
There’s really no need to feel down.
I’ve spare rings galore in my Ding-a-Ling store
And I’ll sell you a ring for a crown.’
Once more with a snout glowing pink as a rose,
Little Piggy-wig danced on his trottery toes
With a ring at the end of his nose, his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
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