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  • 1 decade ago
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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

    You are!

    What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

    Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!

    How charmingly sweet you sing!

    O 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.



    2006-05-24 11:18:49 補充:

    這是描述貓的詩Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair.Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the edge.Open draw, empty shoe, anybody's lap will do.Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks.Anywhere! They don't care! Cats sleep anywhere.Eleanor Farjeon (1881 - 1965)

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  • 1 decade ago


    The fat cat on the mat

    may seem to dream

    of nice mice that suffice

    for him, or cream;

    but he free, maybe,

    walks in thought

    unbowed, proud, where loud

    roared and fought

    his kin, lean and slim,

    or deep in den

    in the East feasted on beasts

    and tender men.

    The giant lion with iron

    claw in paw,

    and huge ruthless tooth

    in gory jaw;

    the pard dark-starred,

    fleet upon feet,

    that oft soft from aloft

    leaps upon his meat

    where woods loom in gloom --

    far now they be,

    fierce and free,

    and tamed is he;

    but fat cat on the mat

    kept as a pet

    he does not forget.

    written by JRR Tolkien

    (1892 - 1973)


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