There Was A Young Lady Of Poole,

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 The East.

There Was An Old Person Of Brussels, Who Lived Upon Brandy And Mussels; When He Rushed Through The Town, He Knocked Most People Down, Which Distressed All The People Of Brussels.

They Dined On Mince, And Slices Of Quince, Which They Ate With A Runcible Spoon; And Hand In Hand, On The Edge Of The Sand, They Danced By The Light Of The Moon.

I Am In A Very Unsettled Condition, As The Oyster Said When They Poured Melted Butter All Over His Back.

And If You Voz To See My Roziz As Is A Boon To All Men's Noziz, - You'd Fall Upon Your Back And Scream - '" Lawk! O Criky! It's A Dream!"