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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 Went To Sea In A Sieve, They Did; In A Sieve They Went To Sea; In Spite Of All Their Friends Could Say.

What Will Happen To Me, As The Oyster Said When He Very Inadvertently Swallowed The Gooseberry Bush, Nobody Can Tell.

In The Middle Of The Woods Lived The Yonghy-bonghy-bo. Two Old Chairs And Half A Candle, One Old Jug Without A Handle- These Were All The Worldly Goods.

They Danced By The Light Of The Moon.