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There was an Old Man on a hill, Who seldom, if ever, stood still; He ran up and down, In his Grandmother’s gown, Which adorned that Old Man on a h…
There was an old person of Paxo Which complained when the fleas bi… But they gave him a chair And impelled him to swear, Which relieved that old person of…
There was an Old Sailor of Compt… Whose vessel a rock it once bump’d… The shock was so great, that it damaged the pate, Of that singular Sailor of Compto…
There was an Old Person of Chili… Whose conduct was painful and sill… He sate on the stairs, Eating apples and pears, That imprudent Old Person of Chi…
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to… In a beautiful pea-green boat, They took some honey, and plenty o… Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars ab…
There was an Old Man with a flute… A serpent ran into his boot; But he played day and night, Till the serpent took flight, And avoided that man with a flute.
There was a Young Lady whose bonn… Came untied when the birds sate up… But she said: 'I don’t care! All the birds in the air Are welcome to sit on my bonnet!'
There was an Old Man of the West… Who wore a pale plum-coloured vest… When they said, ‘Does it fit?’ He replied, ‘Not a bit!’ That uneasy Old Man of the West.
Time is a taper waning fast! Use it, man, well whilst it doth l… Lest burning downwards it consume… Before thou hast commenced the lab… Time is a pardon of a goodly soil!
There was a young person whose his… Was always considered a mystery. She sate in a ditch, Although no one knew which, And composed a small treatise on h…
Once Mr Daddy Long-Legs, Dressed in brown and gray, Walked about upon the sands Upon a summer’s day; And there among the pebbles,
There was an Old Man with a gong, Who bumped at it all day long; But they called out, 'O law! You’re a horrid old bore!' So they smashed that Old Man with…
O my aged Uncle Arly! Sitting on a heap of Barley Thro’ the silent hours of night, Close beside a leafy thicket: On his nose there was a Cricket,
On a little piece of wood, Mr. Spikky Sparrow stood; Mrs. Sparrow sate close by, A-making of an insect pie, For her little children five,
There was an Old Man of Corfu, Who never knew what he should do; So he rushed up and down, Till the sun made him brown, That bewildered Old Man of Corfu…