Tuesday, October 11, 2011

the moon, the moon

I asked Will what I should say about the moon.  He was back with this in about ten seconds...

III
'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.

From "The Owl and The Pussy-Cat"  Edward Lear, 1871



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