Adam Owl, and Leslie Pussycat get Married! Ink drawing scanned and coloured in Photoshop. 4″ x 6″ on brown recycled card stock at Metropol.
Our invite inspired by the Edward Lear poem, The Owl & the Pussycat, which clearly suits us. We got wise old Adam playing guitar, the ocean, catty old me, a pig with a ring in its nose, dancing in the moonlight, and that’s right, a turkey. Jasmin recited it and Skye played the flute at Song Farm, (too much pressure at the wedding I think). I cried none the less. So sweet!!
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The Owl and the Pussycat 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 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.”
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,
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.
“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 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.
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