You have forgotten me, but I forget not,
How kind you were before another shadow 
Fell beside yours in garth and garden-closes, 
And on the sweet grass of the water-meadow, 
Her shadow close to yours among the roses:
The grace that summer yields her, I regret not —  
You have forgotten me, but I forget not. 

You have forgotten me, but I remember: 
I bide my time, dear heart; I bide my time. 
You have no need of me now lilies blow,
And bees are busy in the murmuring lime. 
But when the lilies lose themselves in snow, 
Love, you will cry on me in mid-December;
You have forgotten me, but I remember. 

Forget me now you're glad, but when you're grieving 
Turn home to me for comfort; there's no rue 
Grown in my garden for my Dear to gather: 
Only kind rosemary grows green for you. 
And I have honey sucked from highland heather,
And dreams for you of mine own faithful weaving; 
Be glad with her to-day! I wait your grieving. 

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 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.