They went to sea in a sieve, they did,
In a sieve they went to sea:
In spite of all their friends could say,
On a winter’s morn, on a stormy day,
In a sieve they went to sea!
And when the sieve turned round and round,
And everyone cried, ‘You’ll all be drowned!’
They called aloud, ‘Our sieve ain’t big.
But we don’t care a button! We don’t care a fig!
In a sieve we’ll go to sea!’
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.