The Pelican Chorus

by Edward Lear

King 
and Queen of the Pelicans, we; 
No other Birds so grand we see!

None but we have feet like fins!

With lovely leathery throats and chins!

        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! 


We 
live on the Nile. The Nile we love.

By night we sleep on the cliffs above;

By day we fish, and at eve we stand

On long bare islands of yellow sand.

And when the sun sinks slowly down

And the great rock walls grow dark and brown,

Where the purple river rolls fast and dim

And the Ivory Ibis starlike skim,

Wing to wing we dance around,--

Stamping our feet with a flumpy sound,--

Opening our mouths as Pelicans ought,

And this is the song we nighly snort;--

        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! 


Last
year came out our daughter, Dell;

And all the Birds received her well.

To do her honour, a feast we made

For every bird that can swim or wade.

Herons and Gulls, and Cormorants black,

Cranes, and flamingoes with scarlet back,

Plovers and Storks, and Geese in clouds,

Swans and Dilberry Ducks in crowds.

Thousands of Birds in wondrous flight!

They ate and drank and danced all night,

And echoing back from the rocks you heard

Multitude-echoes from Bird to bird,--

        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! 


Yes,
they came; and among the rest,

The King of the Cranes all grandly dressed.

Such a lovely tail! Its feathers float

between the ends of his blue dress-coat;

With pea-green trowsers all so neat,

And a delicate frill to hide his feet,--

(For though no one speaks of it, every one knows,

He has got no webs between his toes!) 


As
soon as he saw our Daughter Dell,

In violent love that Crane King fell,--

On seeing her waddling form so fair,

With a wreath of shrimps in her short white hair.

And before the end of the next long day,

Our Dell had given her heart away;

For the King of the Cranes had won that heart,

With a Crocodile's egg and a large fish-tart.

She vowed to marry the King of the Cranes,

Leaving the Nile for stranges plains;

And away they flew in a gathering crowd

Of endless birds in a lengthening cloud.

        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! 


And
far away in the twilight sky,

We heard them singing a lessening cry,--

Farther and farther till out of sight,

And we stood alone in the silent night!

Often since, in the nights of June,

We sit on the sand and watch the moon;--

She has gone to the great Gromboolian plain,

And we probably never shall meet again!

Oft, in the long still nights of June,

We sit on the rocks and watch the moon;--

----She dwells by the streams of the Chankly Bore,

And we probably never shall see her more.

        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! 
 

Dell and the Crane King here.

The Owl and the Pussycat...as Portrayed by Charms

by Edward Lear

I

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea     In a beautiful pea green boat, (accompanied by a manatee) 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,           You are,           You are! What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

II

Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!     How charmingly sweet you sing! O 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 (elephants can always be found near Bong Trees) And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood     With a ring at the end of his nose,           His nose,           His nose, With a ring at the end of his nose.

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. (This is his neighbor, the eagle). 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. Be CHARMed here and here.

Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican Jee

The Pelican Chorus

by Edward Lear

King and Queen of the Pelicans we;
No other Birds so grand we see!
None but we have feet like fins!
With lovely leathery throats and chins!
    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!

We live on the Nile. The Nile we love.
By night we sleep on the cliffs above;
By day we fish, and at eve we stand
On long bare islands of yellow sand.
And when the sun sinks slowly down
And the great rock walls grow dark and brown,
Where the purple river rolls fast and dim
And the Ivory Ibis starlike skim,
Wing to wing we dance around,—
Stamping our feet with a flumpy sound,—
Opening our mouths as Pelicans ought,
And this is the song we nighly snort;—
    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!

 

Last year came out our daughter, Dell;
And all the Birds received her well.
To do her honour, a feast we made
For every bird that can swim or wade.
Herons and Gulls, and Cormorants black,
Cranes, and flamingoes with scarlet back,
Plovers and Storks, and Geese in clouds,
Swans and Dilberry Ducks in crowds.
Thousands of Birds in wondrous flight!
They ate and drank and danced all night,
And echoing back from the rocks you heard
Multitude-echoes from Bird to bird,—
    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!

 

Yes, they came; and among the rest,
The King of the Cranes all grandly dressed.
Such a lovely tail! Its feathers float
between the ends of his blue dress-coat;
With pea-green trowsers all so neat,
And a delicate frill to hide his feet,—
(For though no one speaks of it, every one knows,
He has got no webs between his toes!)

As soon as he saw our Daughter Dell,
In violent love that Crane King fell,—
On seeing her waddling form so fair,
With a wreath of shrimps in her short white hair.
And before the end of the next long day,
Our Dell had given her heart away;
For the King of the Cranes had won that heart,
With a Crocodile’s egg and a large fish-tart.
She vowed to marry the King of the Cranes,
Leaving the Nile for stranges plains;
And away they flew in a gathering crowd
Of endless birds in a lengthening cloud.
    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!

And far away in the twilight sky,
We heard them singing a lessening cry,—
Farther and farther till out of sight,
And we stood alone in thesilent night!
Often since, in the nights of June,
We sit on the sand and watch the moon;—
She has gone to the great Gromboolian plain,
And we probably never shall meet again!
Oft, in the long still nights of June,
We sit on the rocks and watch the moon;—
——She dwells by the streams of the Chankly Bore,
And we probably never shall see her more.
    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!

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