The Humbees (with apologies to Edward Lear ) I They go to sea in a Sieve, they do, In a Sieve they go to sea: In spite of all their world could say, On a winter’s morn, on a stormy day, In a Sieve they go to sea! And when the Sieve turns round and round, And few people cried, ‘You’ll all be drowned!’ They call 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!’ Here and on, Here and on, Are the lands where the Humbees live Their eyes are down and their heads are gone And they go to sea in a Sieve. II They sail away in a Sieve, they do, In a Sieve they sail so fast, With only a beautiful national veil Tied with a mirror by way of a sail, To a small endorphing mast; And very few said, who saw them go, ‘O won’t they...