There Was An Old Person Of Bray,

There Was A Young Person In Pink, Who Called Out For Something To Drink; But They Said, 'o My Daughter, There's Nothing But Water!' Which Vexed That Young Person In Pink.

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.

And They Brought An Owl, And A Useful Cart, And A Pound Of Rice, And A Cranberrytart, And A Hive Of Silvery Bees. And They Brought A Pig, And Some Green Jack-daws, And A Lovely Monkey With Lollipop Paws, And Forty Bottles Of Ring-bo-ree, And No End Of Stilton Cheese.

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!"

And What Can We Expect If We Haven't Any Dinner, But To Lose Our Teeth And Eyelashes And Keep On Growing Thinner?