annoyatron: crickets and tumbleweed

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,
      The moon,
      The moon,
  They danced by the light of the moon.

Edward Lear 12 May 1812 – 29 January 1888

I found this nonsense quoted in the book Gridlinked by Neal Asher and thought it was so neat that I had to share it with you folks. Some of you might have seen me tweet it earlier and wondered what the hell I was on about, so here’s your explanation!

These are the closing lines of Edward Lear’s The Owl and the Pussycat.