#EnglishWriters
There was an Old Derry down Derr… Who loved to see little folks merr… So he made them a Book, And with laughter they shook, At the fun of that Derry down Der…
There was a Young Lady of Hull, Who was chased by a virulent bull; But she seized on a spade, And called out, 'Who’s afraid?' Which distracted that virulent bul…
There was an Old Person of Spart… Who had twenty-one sons and one 'd… He fed them on snails, And weighed them in scales, That wonderful Person of Sparta.
There was a Young Lady of Dorkin… Who bought a large bonnet for walk… But its colour and size, So bedazzled her eyes, That she very soon went back to D…
King and Queen of the Pelicans we… No other Birds so grand we see! None but we have feet like fins! With lovely leathery throats and c… Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee…
There was an Old Man of Kilkenny… Who never had more than a penny; He spent all that money, In onions and honey, That wayward Old Man of Kilkenny…
There was an Old Man of Whitehav… Who danced a quadrille with a rave… But they said, 'It’s absurd To encourage this bird!' So they smashed that Old Man of…
There was a Young Lady of Russia… Who screamed so that no one could… Her screams were extreme,— No one heard such a scream As was screamed by that Lady from…
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…
The Pobble who has no toes Had once as many as we; When they said, “Some day you may… He replied, “Fish fiddle de-dee!” And his Aunt Jobiska made him dri…
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 person of Nice, Whose associates were usually Gee… They walked out together, in all s… That affable person of Nice!
First Part Mr and Mrs Discobbolos Climbed to the top of a wall, And they sat to watch the sunset s… And to hear the Nupiter Piffkin c…
There was an old man who felt pert When he wore a pale rose-coloured… When they said ‘Is it pleasant?’ He cried 'Not at present— It’s a little to short—is my shirt…
There was an Old Man of Vesuvius… Who studied the works of Vitruviu… When the flames burnt his book, To drinking he took, That morbid Old Man of Vesuvius.