There Was An Old Man Of Messina,

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.

There Was A Young Lady Of Poole, Whose Soup Was Excessively Cool; So She Put It To Boil, By The Aid Of Some Oil, That Ingenious Young Lady Of Poole.

There Was An Old Man With A Beard, Who Said: 'it Is Just As I Feared! Two Owls And A Hen, Four Larks And A Wren Have All Built Their Nests In My Beard.

I Am Almost Thanking God That I Was Never Educated, For It Seems To Me That 999 Of Those Who Are So, Expensively And Laboriously, Have Lost All Before They Arrive At My Age-& Remain Like Swift's Stulbruggs-cut And Dry For Life, Making No Use Of Their Earlier-gained Treasures:-whereas, I Seem To Be On The Threshold Of Knowledge.

The Owl And The Pussycat Went To Sea In A Beautiful Pea-green Boat: They Took Some Honey, And Plenty Of Money Wrapped Up In A Five-pound Note. . . 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, The Moon, The Moon, They Danced By The Light Of The Moon.