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