They Danced By The Light Of The

When Awful Darkness And Silence Reign Over The Great Gromboolian Plain, Through The Long, Long Wintry Nights.

Who, Or Why, Or Which, Or What, Is The Akhond Of Swat?

It's A Fact The Whole World Knows, That Pobbles Are Happier Without Their Toes.

There Was An Old Man Of Orleans, Who Was Given To Eating Of Beans; Till Once Out Of Sport, He Swallowed A Quart, That Dyspeptic Old Man Of Orleans.

There Was An Old Man Of Messina, Whose Daughter Was Named Opsibeena; She Wore A Small Wig, And Rode Out On A Pig, To The Perfect Delight Of Messina.