Sunday, April 20, 2008

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat's Children

Many are familiar with the wonderful children's poem by Edward Lear (1812-1888) entitled The Owl and the Pussy-Cat.

However, less familiar is the sequel that Lear wrote. It was, unfortunately, unfinished, but it was found in draft form in his notes. When I read it for the first time this morning in a collection of comic verse, it occurred to me:

1) It could have been fun to post this as part of my entry on family traits for the recent carnival
2) It definitely is a poem many Family Historians, young and old, would enjoy

"Our Mother Was the Pussy-Cat"

Our mother was the Pussy-cat, our father was the Owl,
And so we're partly little beasts and partly little fowl,
The brothers of our family have feathers and they hoot,
While all the sisters dress in fur and have long tails to boot.
We all believe that little mice,
For food are singularly nice.
Our mother died long years ago. She was a lovely cat
Her tail was 5 feet long, and grey with stripes, but what of that?
In Sila forest on the East of fair Calabria's shore
She tumbled from a lofty tree -- none ever saw her more.
Our owly father long was ill from sorrow and surprise,
But with the feathers of his tail he wiped his weeping eyes.
And in the hollow of a tree in Sila's inmost maze
We made a happy home and there we pass our obvious days.

From Reggian Cosenza many owls about us flit
And bring us worldly news for which we do not care a bit.
We watch the sun each morning rise, beyond Tarento's strait;
We go out ____________ before it gets too late;
And when the evening shades begin to lengthen from the trees
____________ as sure as bees is bees.
We wander up and down the shore ____________
Or tumble over head and heels, but never, never more
Can see the far Gromboolian plains _____________
Or weep as we could once have wept o'er many a vanished scene:
This is the way our father moans -- he is so very green.

Our father still preserves his voice, and when he sees a star
He often sings _______ to that original guitar.
__________________________________
__________________________________
The pot in which our parents took the honey in their boat,
But all the money has been spent, beside the £5 note.
The owls who come and bring us news are often _____
Because we take no interest in poltix of the day.)

1 comment:

Terry Thornton said...

JOHN, I've been laughing about this sequel poem to The Owl and the Pussy-Cat. What fun. Thanks so much for calling it to our attention.

Owl and Pussy-cat is THE favorite poem for the children in this family --- and I'm copying My Mother Was the Pussy-Cat to my sons who will no doubt get a huge grin.

I think we are all partly little beast and partly little fowl. . .! LOL!
TERRY