The Jumblies
Edward Lear
1812 to 1888
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Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
And everyone said, 'If we only live,
And in twenty years they all came back,
And the hills of the Chankly Bore;
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Far and few, far and few,
And when the Sieve turned round and round,
In a Sieve they went to sea:
And forty bottles of Ring-Bo-Ree,
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they passed the night in a crockery-jar,
For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long,
And each of them said, 'How wise we are!
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.
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And they went to sea in a Sieve.
And they drank their health, and gave them a feast
In twenty years or more,
Far and few, far and few,
We too will go to sea in a Sieve,—
In a pinky paper all folded neat,
In a Sieve we'll go to sea!'
Far and few, far and few,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.
And all night long in the moonlight pale,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.
In a Sieve they sailed so fast,
And no end of Stilton Cheese.
And every one said, who saw them go,
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
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Far and few, far and few,
Far and few, far and few,
When we live in a sieve and a crockery-jar,
And a hive of silvery Bees.
While round in our Sieve we spin!'
'O Timballo! How happy we are,
And all night long they sailed away;
On a winter's morn, on a stormy day,
The water it soon came in, it did,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.
To the hills of the Chankly Bore!'
For they've been to the Lakes, and the Torrible Zone,
But we don't care a button! we don't care a fig!
They whistled and warbled a moony song
They sailed away in a Sieve, they did,
In a Sieve to sail so fast!'
Tied with a riband by way of a sail,
To a land all covered with trees,
And they bought a Pig, and some green Jack-daws,
We sail away with a pea-green sail,
And a pound of Rice, and a Cranberry Tart,
And a lovely Monkey with lollipop paws,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.
And every one cried, 'You'll all be drowned!'
Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long,
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
In a Sieve they went to sea!
'O won't they be soon upset, you know!
With only a beautiful pea-green veil
In the shade of the mountains brown!'
And when the sun went down,
In the shade of the mountains brown.
They called aloud, 'Our Sieve ain't big,
And happen what may, it's extremely wrong
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
So to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast;
The water it soon came in;
To a small tobacco-pipe mast;
In spite of all their friends could say,
Far and few, far and few,
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Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
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And they fastened it down with a pin.
And every one said, 'How tall they've grown!'
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Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong,
They sailed to the Western Sea, they did,
And they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,
To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
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