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There was an Old Man who said, ‘… Will nobody answer this bell? I have pulled day and night, Till my hair has grown white, But nobody answers this bell!’
On the Coast of Coromandel Where the early pumpkins blow, In the middle of the woods Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. Two old chairs, and half a candle,
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 Spart… Who had twenty-one sons and one 'd… He fed them on snails, And weighed them in scales, That wonderful Person of Sparta.
Mrs Jaypher found a wafer Which she stuck upon a note; This she took and gave the cook. Then she went and bought a boat, Which she paddled down the stream,
There was an Old Man of Whitehav… Who danced a quadrille with a rave… But they said, 'It’s absurd To encourage this bird!' So they smashed that Old Man of…
There was an Old Lady of Prague, Whose language was horribly vague; When they said, ‘Are these caps?’ She answered, ‘Perhaps!’ That oracular Lady of Prague.
There was a Young Lady of Russia… Who screamed so that no one could… Her screams were extreme,— No one heard such a scream As was screamed by that Lady from…
There was a Young Person of Cret… Whose toilette was far from comple… She dressed in a sack, Spickle-speckled with black, That ombliferous person of Crete.
There was an Old Man of the Wrek… Whose shoes made a horrible creaki… But they said, ‘Tell us whether, Your shoes are of leather, Or of what, you Old Man of the W…
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 AN OLD MAN O… BUT NOBODY CRIED THO… FOR THAT SILLY OLD MA…
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On the Coast of Coromandel Where the early pumpkins blow, In the middle of the woods Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò. Two old chairs, and half a candle,…
Time is a taper waning fast! Use it, man, well whilst it doth l… Lest burning downwards it consume… Before thou hast commenced the lab… Time is a pardon of a goodly soil!