The Owl and the Pussycat - cont.
By Molly Drummond / Spinebreakers Crew
On reaching the land
They skipped hand-in-hand
To the pussycat's father's house
Where Daddy then came
And called out her name
And offered her half of a mouse
A mouse
A mouse
And offered her half of a mouse.
The tom then looked round
Found the owl like a hound
To a fox on a clear summer's day
He meowed with delight
Gave the poor bird a fright
And the owl’s heart promptly gave way
Gave way
Gave way
And the owl’s heart promptly gave way
Pussycat watched this
With a horrified hiss
And bit her dad hard on the tail
The poor old cat howled
Wrapped it up in a towel
Was arrested and taken to jail
To jail
To jail
Was arrested and taken to jail.
He was charged with owl-slaughter
By his only daughter
And begged to hear what he’d done,
He was told they were married
(After long having tarried)
And realised he’d killed his own son
His son
His son
And realised he’d killed his own son.
The verdict was guilty
The penalty? Death
The poor cat he begged and he pleaded
He tipped all the gaolers
And tried Good Behaviour
But his efforts all went unheeded
Unheeded
Unheeded
His efforts all went unheeded.
So poor Pussycat
Sold the house, bought a flat
And knitted the rest of her life
Lived lonely and sad
Went stark-raving mad
And missed her short time as a wife
A wife
A wife
And missed her short time as a wife.
This poem just shows
What happens to those
Who wear nonsense just like a coat
It may end quite nice
But if not, advice:
Just stay in the Pea-Green Boat!