There was an old man in a tree, Whose whiskers were lovely to see; But the birds of the air Pluck'd them perfectly bare, To make themselves nests in that tree.
There was a young lady of Corsica, Who purchased a little brown saucy-cur; Which she fed upon ham, And hot raspberry jam, That expensive young lady of Corsica.
There was an old person of Stroud, Who was horribly jammed in a crowd; Some she slew with a kick, Some she scrunched with a stick, That impulsive old person of Stroud.
There was an old man of Boulak, Who sate on a Crocodile's back; But they said, "Towr'ds the night He may probably bite, Which might vex you, old man of Boulak!"
There was an old person of Skye, Who waltz'd with a Bluebottle fly: They buzz'd a sweet tune, To the light of the moon, And entranced all the people of Skye.
There was an old person of Bree, Who frequented the depths of the sea; She nurs'd the small fishes, And washed all the dishes, And swam back again into Bree.
There was an old man of Blackheath, Whose head was adorned with a wreath Of lobsters and spice, Pickled onions and mice, That uncommon old man of Blackheath.
There was an old man, who when little Fell casually into a kettle; But, growing too stout, He could never get out, So he passed all his life in that kettle.
There was an old person of Dundalk, Who tried to teach fishes to walk; When they tumbled down dead, He grew weary, and said, "I had better go back to Dundalk!"
There was an old person of Shoreham, Whose habits were marked by decorum; He bought an Umbrella, And sate in the cellar, Which pleased all the people of Shoreham.
There was a young person of Kew, Whose virtues and vices were few; But with blamable haste She devoured some hot paste, Which destroyed that young person of Kew.
There was an old person of Jodd, Whose ways were perplexing and odd; She purchased a whistle, And sate on a thistle, And squeaked to the people of Jodd.
There was an old person of Bude, Whose deportment was vicious and crude; He wore a large ruff Of pale straw-colored stuff, Which perplexed all the people of Bude.
There was an old person of Brigg, Who purchased no end of a wig; So that only his nose, And the end of his toes, Could be seen when he walked about Brigg.
Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos Climbed to the top of a wall. And they sate to watch the sunset sky, And to hear the Nupiter Piffkin cry, And the Biscuit Buffalo call....
On a little piece of wood Mr. Spikky Sparrow stood: Mrs. Sparrow sate close by, A-making of an insect-pie For her little children five, In the nest and all alive;...