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Who, or why, or which, or what, I… Is he tall or short, or dark or fa… Does he sit on a stool or a sofa o… &nb sp; or SQUAT, The Akond of Swat?
There was an Old Man of Cape Hor… Who wished he had never been born; So he sat on a chair, Till he died of despair, That dolorous Man of Cape Horn.
There was an Old Person from Gre… Who rushed down the crater of Etn… When they said, ‘Is it hot?’ He replied, 'No, it’s not!' That mendacious Old Person of Gr…
There was Old Man in a pew, Whose waistcoat was spotted with b… But he tore it in pieces To give to his nieces, That cheerful Old Man in a pew.
There was an Old Man of Kamschat… Who possessed a remarkable fat cur… His gait and his waddle Were held as a model To all the fat dogs in Kamschatka…
There was a Young Lady of Wellin… Whose praise all the world was a-t… She played on a harp, And caught several carp, That accomplished Young Lady of…
There was an Old Man, on whose no… Most birds of the air could repose… But they all flew away At the closing of day, Which relieved that Old Man and h…
The Pobble who has no toes Had once as many as we; When they said, “Some day you may… He replied, “Fish fiddle de-dee!” And his Aunt Jobiska made him dri…
There was an Old Person of Chead… Who was put in the stocks by the b… For stealing some pigs, Some coats, and some wigs, That horrible person of Cheadle.
There was an Old Person of Tarta… Who divided his jugular artery; But he screeched to his wife, And she said, ‘Oh, my life! Your death will be felt by all Ta…
A was once an ant, Tiny, Busy, Speedy, Shiny
There was an Old Person of Chest… Whom several small children did pe… They threw some large stones, Which broke most of his bones, And displeased that Old Person of…
There was an Old Lady whose folly Induced her to sit in a holly: Whereupon by a thorn Her dress being torn, She quickly became melancholy.
There was an Old Man of the Nile… Who sharpened his nails with a fil… Till he cut out his thumbs, And said calmly, 'This comes Of sharpening one’s nails with a f…
O my aged Uncle Arly! Sitting on a heap of Barley Thro’ the silent hours of night, Close beside a leafy thicket: On his nose there was a Cricket,