Ok you are probably thinking …hmmm strange title… and not the usual kind of post I make..
When I was a young child I loved to read and recite poetry.One of the earliest I remember besides ” I love a Sunburnt Country” by Dorothea McKeller and other poems written by Banjo Patterson, was the famous nonsense poem “The Owl and the Pussy Cat”…written by Edward Lear..
When my children were small I would recite this poem plus others, my youngest who incidentally will be 25 next week loved this poem.It was and still is her favorite.When she was three I bought her own copy it was filled with magical characters of the poem. I was never so lucky to see the characters when I was a child.She still has the copy in her child hood memories suitcase. It is well worn a sign of a much loved book.
Last night I happened to spend a night out with my two daughters, we had so much fun…we always seem to get into deep conversations, funny ones, some sad and some times we disagree..Last night we got onto the subject of reading, my youngest who hated to read but just loved to be entertained by my reading antics…I made a comment about the beautiful voice of a commentator and said I wished I had her voice and could read like her.. Tanya looked at me dumb founded and said “Mum do you know why I chose not to read?”…”it was because you were just so entertaining, we felt that we were in the stories you read to us”‘…..
Wow..It is moments like these when I can say I am proud of my children for remembering good memories of their childhood.. Too often children complain about what they did not receive as a child, and what other children had.My children are all adults but it does give me an awesome feeling knowing that the simplest thing as reading a poem or a story hold the best memories to them..
We sang at the tops of our voices and with great expression singing The owl and The Pussy Cat very much to the amusement of onlookers in other cars as they passed us by… we still know the words and I can still do the voice overs…
For those who have never read or heard of this nonsense poem allow me to read it to you….
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 moon above,
And sang to a small guitar:
“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are!”
Pussy said to the Owl: “You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing!
Oh, 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,
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 upon 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,
They danced by the light of the moon.
By By Edward Lear (1812-88).