The Owl and the Pussy-Cat Songtext
von Igor Stravinsky
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat Songtext
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
"Oh, lovely Pussy! Oh, 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
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
"Oh, lovely Pussy! Oh, 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
Writer(s): Igor Stravinsky Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

