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.
While the bridegroom tarried they all slumbered and slept. And at midnight there was a cry made, Behold, the Bridgroom cometh; go ye out to meet him. Then all the virgins arose, and trimmed their lamps.