Later tonight my dad and I had a conversation about what we will come back as. I generally don't believe in a lot of the afterlife hooey and neither does he, but just in case it exists I wanted to make sure we had everything covered. I love my father but I would rather not be woken up by his ghost in the middle of the night. So instead we decided that he will come back as a peacock and I will come back as an owl. In order for us to alert the other of our secret identity we have to bow. If that proves too difficult my dad said he'd do some sort of step-ball-change to single him out.
He also told me this poem, I like it a lot but I hate the fact that the first stanza made me giggle. I'm so immature.
I
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!'
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,
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 this 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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