The Quangle Wangle's Hat

The Quangle Wangle's Hat


On the top of the Crumpetty Tree
       The Quangle Wangle sat,
But his face you could not see,
       On account of his Beaver Hat.
For his Hat was a hundred and two feet wide,
With ribbons and bibbons on every side,
And bells, and buttons, and loops, and lace,
So that nobody ever could see the face
                   Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.


The Quangle Wangle said
       To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,
"Jam, and jelly, and bread
       Are the best of food for me!
But the longer I live on this Crumpetty Tree
The plainer than ever it seems to me
That very few people come this way
And that life on the whole is far from gay!"
                   Said the Quangle Wangle Quee.


But there came to the Crumpetty Tree
       Mr. and Mrs. Canary;
And they said, "Did ever you see
       Any spot so charmingly airy?
May we build a nest on your lovely Hat?
Mr. Quangle Wangle, grant us that!
O please let us come and build a nest
Of whatever material suits you best,
                   Mr. Quangle Wangle Quee!"


And besides, to the Crumpetty Tree
       Came the Stork, the Duck, and the Owl;
The Snail and the Bumble-Bee,
       The Frog and the Fimble Fowl
(The Fimble Fowl, with a Corkscrew leg);
And all of them said, "We humbly beg
We may build our homes on your lovely Hat,—
Mr. Quangle Wangle, grant us that!
                   Mr. Quangle Wangle Quee!"


And the Golden Grouse came there,
       And the Pobble who has no toes,
And the small Olympian bear,
       And the Dong with a luminous nose.
And the Blue Baboon who played the flute,
And the Orient Calf from the Land of Tute,
And the Attery Squash, and the Bisky Bat,—
All came and built on the lovely Hat
                   Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.


And the Quangle Wangle said
       To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,
"When all these creatures move
       What a wonderful noise there'll be!"
And at night by the light of the Mulberry moon
They danced to the Flute of the Blue Baboon,
On the broad green leaves of the Crumpetty Tree,
And all were as happy as happy could be,
                   With the Quangle Wangle Quee.

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I have always loved this book. My mother made sure we always got books that were well written and had great illistrations as she was an Art Teacher. About 15 years ago i made a childen's quilted wall-hanging when my club had a competition. We were given an envelope of buttons and lace etc. We where told the competition was called "A wing-wom for a goose's briddle". I immediately thought of the book "The Quangle Wangle's Hat"! I printed the poem onto fabric and made them into clouds. I won second prize. For many years I would read the poem off the wall-hanging, to my youngest son! I never realized how old the poem was though!