Чистый nonsense

The water it soon came in, it did,The water it soon came in;So to keep them dry, they wrapped their feetIn a pinky paper all folded neat,And they fastened it down with a pin.And they passed the night in a crockery-jar,And each of them said, ‘How wise we are!Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long,Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong,While round in our Sieve we spin!’Far and few, far and few,Are the lands where the Jumblies live;Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,And they went to sea in a Sieve.

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And all night long they sailed away;And when the sun went down,They whistled and warbled a moony songTo the echoing sound of a coppery gong,In the shade of the mountains brown.‘O Timballo! How happy we are,When we live in a Sieve and a crockery-jar,And all night long in the moonlight pale,We sail away with a pea-green sail,In the shade of the mountains brown!’Far and few, far and few,Are the lands where the Jumblies live;Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,And they went to sea in a Sieve.

V

They sailed to the Western Sea, they did,

To a land all covered with trees,And they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,And a pound of Rice, and a Cranberry Tart,And a hive of silvery Bees.And they bought a Pig, and some green Jack-daws,And a lovely Monkey with lollipop paws,And forty bottles of Ring-Bo-Ree,And no end of Stilton Cheese.Far and few, far and few,Are the lands where the Jumblies live;Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,And they went to sea in a Sieve.

VI

And in twenty years they all came back,In twenty years or more,

And everyone said, ‘How tall they've grown!For they've been to the Lakes, and the Torrible Zone,And the hills of the Chankly Bore.’And they drank their health, and gave them a feastOf dumplings made of beautiful yeast;And everyone said, ‘If we only live,We too will go to sea in a Sieve, —To the hills of the Chankly Bore!’Far and few, far and few,Are the lands where the Jumblies live;Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,And they went to sea in a Sieve.

Джамбли

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Поплыли они в Решете, о да,В Решете по морским волнам;И сколь бы друзья ни судили их,Кинжалящий зимний ветер не стих —В Решете по морским волнам!Когда Решето закружила вода,Вослед им неслось: «Пропадёте! Куда!»«Кораблик мал, – моряки в ответ, —Только нам плевать, нам и горя нет! —В Решете по морским волнам!»Есть земля, искониДжамбли – жители той земли;Зелены головами, руками сини,В Решете в синеморе ушли.

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