Quotes from Edward Lear

The Owl and the Pussycat went to seaIn 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."

Calico Pie,The little Birds flyDown to the calico tree,Their wings were blue,And they sang "Tilly-loo!"Till away they flew—And they never came back to me!

It's a fact the whole world knows,That Pobbles are happier without their toes.

Who, or why, or which, or what,Is the Akond of Swat?

I was much distressed by next door people who had twin babies and played the violin but one of the twins died, and the other has eaten the fiddle, so all is peace.

He has ears, and two eyes, and ten fingers,Leastways if you reckon two thumbs;Long ago he was one of the singers,But now he is one of the dumbs.

How pleasant to know Mr. Lear!Who has written such volumes of stuff!Some think him ill-tempered and queer,But a few think him pleasant enough.

There was an Old Man with a beard,Who said: "It is just as I feared!Two owls and a hen,Four larks and a wrenHave all built their nests in my beard."

There he heard a Lady talking,To some milk-white Hens of Dorking—" 'Tis the Lady Jingly Jones!"

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon.

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea green boat...

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 Owl and the Pussycat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat: They took some honey, and plenty of money Wrapped up in a five-pound note. . . 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.

How pleasant to know Mr Lear!" / Who has written such volumes of stuff! / Some think him ill-tempered and queer / But a few think him pleasant enough.

There was a Young Person of Smyrna, whose grandmother threatened to burn her; But she seized on the cat, and said, "Granny, burn that! You incongruous old woman of Smyrna!

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!

They went to sea in a Sieve, they did, In a Sieve they went to sea: In spite of all their friends could say, On a winter's morn, on a stormy day, In a Sieve they went to sea!

One finds that constant quiet sympathy is not only one of the most lovable qualities, but one of the very rarest.

Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee! We think no Birds so happy as we! Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill! We think so then, and we thought so still!

Fish fiddle de-dee!

O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are, You are! What a beautiful Pussy you are!

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.

Never - never more, - oh! never, Did that Cricket leave him ever, - Dawn or evening, day or night; - Clinging as a constant treasure, - Chirping with a cheerious measure, - Wholly to my uncle's pleasure, - (Though his shoes were far too tight.)

On the whole, as the morbid & mucilaginous monkey said when he climbed up to the top of the Palm-tree & found no fruit there - one can't depend upon dates.