Who, Or Why, Or Which, Or What,

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.

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

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.