#EnglishWriters
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…
Calico Pie, The little Birds fly Down to the calico tree, Their wings were blue, And they sang ‘Tilly-loo!’
There was an Old Man of Moldavia… Who had the most curious behaviour… For while he was able, He slept on a table. That funny Old Man of Moldavia.
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.
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; —
There was a Young Lady of Tyre, Who swept the loud chords of a lyr… At the sound of each sweep She enraptured the deep, And enchanted the city of Tyre.
There was a Young Lady of Clare, Who was sadly pursued by a bear; When she found she was tired, She abruptly expired, That unfortunate Lady of Clare.
There was a Young Lady of Sweden… Who went by the slow rain to Weed… When they cried, ‘Weedon Station!… She made no observation But thought she should go back to…
King and Queen of the Pelicans we… No other Birds so grand we see! None but we have feet like fins! With lovely leathery throats and c… Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee…
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…
How pleasant to know Mr. Lear, Who has written such volumes of st… Some think him ill-tempered and qu… But a few find him pleasant enough… His mind is concrete and fastidiou…
There was a young lady whose eyes, were unique as to colour and size; When she opened them wide, people all turned aside, and started away in surprise.
There was an Old Man of Madras, Who rode on a cream-coloured ass; But the length of its ears, So promoted his fears, That it killed that Old Man of M…
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!’
There was an Old Man of Marseill… Whose daughters wore bottle-green… They caught several Fish, Which they put in a dish, And sent to their Pa’ at Marseill…