There was a Young Lady of Hull, Who was chased by a virulent bull; But she seized on a spade, And called out, 'Who’s afraid?' Which distracted that virulent bul…

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 a young person whose his… Was always considered a mystery. She sate in a ditch, Although no one knew which, And composed a small treatise on h…

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.

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 man of Tobago, Who lived on rice, gruel and sago Till, much to his bliss, His physician said this - To a leg, sir, of mutton you may g…

The Nutcrackers sate by a plate o… The Sugar-tongs sate by a plate a… And the Nutcrackers said, 'Don’t… ‘Along the blue hills and green me… ’Must we drag on this stupid exist…

There was a Young Lady of Parma, Whose conduct grew calmer and calm… When they said, ‘Are you dumb?’ She merely said, ‘Hum!’ That provoking Young Lady of Par…

There was an Old Man of the coast… Who placidly sat on a post; But when it was cold He relinquished his hold And called for some hot buttered t…

There was an Old Person of Bango… Whose face was distorted with ange… He tore off his boots, And subsisted on roots, That irascible Person of Bangor.

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 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…

There was an Old Person of Mold, Who shrank from sensations of cold… So he purchased some muffs, Some furs and some fluffs, And wrapped himself from the cold.

Cold are the crabs that crawl on y… Colder the cucumbers that grow ben… And colder still the brazen chops… The tedious gloom of philosophic p… For when the tardy film of nectar…

There lived an old man in the Kin… Who invented a purely original dre… And when it was perfectly made and… He opened the door and walked into… By way of a hat he’d a loaf of Br…