Saturday, January 21, 2006
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,
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"
Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing!
Oh! 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,
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,
They danced by the light of the moon.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Monday, January 09, 2006
After living underground for a year, Male Molecrickets play love songs loudly outside their burrows during a wet summer dusk. Females flying in the air judge the sound he makes and may be attracted by his call. She mates with him in his burrow, but after mating she will force him out of his burrow forever and will stay there and lay eggs.
Used for sex and homeless, the male molecricket crawls off vulnerably into the night.