They Went To Sea In A Sieve,

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 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.

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.

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.

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