Wednesday, August 13, 2014

The Egg and the Bacon-Strip

The Egg and the Bacon-strip went to sea
   In a beautiful cast iron boat,
They took some sage, and plenty of wage,
   Wrapped up in a twenty-buck note.
The Egg looked up to the stars above,
   And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Bacon! O Bacon, my love,
    What a beautiful Bacon you are,
         You are,
         You are!
What a beautiful Bacon you are!"

Bacon said to the Egg, "Don't make me beg!
   How charmingly sweet you kiss!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
   But what shall we do for our bliss?"
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
   To the land where the Skillet glows grand,
And there in a wood a happy man stood
   With some salt in the palm of his hand,
             His hand,
             His hand,
   With some salt in the palm of his hand.

"Dear Sir, are you willing to share with the willing
   Your salt?" Said the Man, "you bet, mate."
So they took it away, and were married next day
   By the Spoon who lives next to the plate.
It was art like Picasso, all dressed in Tabasco,
   Where they swam with the runcible spoon;   
And hand in hand, on the edge sat the spam,
   They danced by the light of the moon,
             The moon,
             The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

(based on The Owl and the Pussy-cat by Edward Lear)

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