Jumble Sail (Or a Bunch of Immigrants) They went to sea in a Sieve, they did, In a Sieve they went to sea. In spite of the odds 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 every one cried, ‘We'll all be drowned! for this Sieve ain’t big, but they don't care a button! they don’t care a fig! In a Sieve we'll go to sea' Far and few, far and few are the lands where the immigrants live; Their heads are