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Family

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat
Lisa started our family pages a few months ago. Here she is again to tell you of the next developments of this section – Ed.
“Thank you to everyone who has told me you enjoy the family pages, the stories about Dasha, Masha, Sasha & Boris, the puzzles and the quizzes. Please let me know if you like the puzzles – especially if they are too hard or too easy. This page is growing in popularity, so I need more puzzles – send in your favourites, and get your name in print!
“We are changing the story pages to allow more variety, and will alternate modern fables with classic folk tales, nursery rhymes, songs and the original fables, all freshly illustrated especially for Passport. This month, we start with The Owl and The Pussycat. The cubs are back in June with a story for the long summer holidays and then some more rhymes. Do let us know if you like them.”
By Edward Lear
Illustrations: Nika Harrison

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!

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,
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,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.







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