The water it soon came in, it did;

        The water it soon came in;

      So, to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet

      In 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.

      And all night long they sailed away;

        And when the sun went down,

      They whistled and warbled a moony song

      To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,

        In the shade of the mountains brown.

      "O Timballoo! 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.

      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 jackdaws,

      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.

      And in twenty years they all came back,—

        In twenty years or more;

      And every one 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 feast

      Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast;

      And every one 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.