There was a Young Lady of Dorkin… Who bought a large bonnet for walk… But its colour and size, So bedazzled her eyes, That she very soon went back to D…

She sate upon her Dobie, To watch the Evening Star, And all the Punkahs as they passe… Cried, ‘My! how fair you are!’ Around her bower, with quivering l…

There was an Old Man of Vienna, Who lived upon Tincture of Senna; When that did not agree, He took Camomile Tea, That nasty Old Man of Vienna.

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…

There was an Old Person of Anerl… Whose conduct was strange and unma… He rushed down the Strand With a pig in each hand, But returned in the evening to An…

There was an Old Man of Calcutta… Who perpetually ate bread and butt… Till a great bit of muffin, On which he was stuffing, Choked that horrid Old Man of Ca…

There was a Young Lady of Lucca, Whose lovers completely forsook he… She ran up a tree, And said, ‘Fiddle-de-dee!’ Which embarassed the people of Lu…

There was an Old Man who, when li… Fell casually into a Kettle; But, growing too stout, He could never get out, So he passed all his life in that…

There was an Old Person of Spart… Who had twenty-one sons and one 'd… He fed them on snails, And weighed them in scales, That wonderful Person of Sparta.

There was an Old Man of the East… Who gave all his children a feast; But they all ate so much And their conduct was such That it killed that Old Man of th…

The Broom and the Shovel, the Po… They all took a drive in the Park… and they each sang a song, Ding-a-… Before they went back in the dark. Mr Poker he sate quite upright in…

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 with a owl, Who continued to bother and howl; He sat on a rail And imbibed bitter ale, Which refreshed that Old Man and…

When awful darkness and silence re… Over the great Gromboolian plain, Through the long, long wintry nigh… When the angry breakers roar As they beat on the rocky shore; —

Said the Table to the Chair, ‘You can hardly be aware, ’How I suffer from the heat, ‘And from chilblains on my feet! ’If we took a little walk,