There was an Old Person of Cadiz… Who was always polite to all ladie… But in handing his daughter, He fell into the water, Which drowned that Old Person of…

There was an Old Person of Tring… Who embellished his nose with a ri… Ha gazed at the moon Every evening in June, That ecstatic Old Person in Trin…

There was an Old Man of Marseill… Whose daughters wore bottle-green… They caught several Fish, Which they put in a dish, And sent to their Pa’ at Marseill…

On the top of the Crumpetty Tree The Quangle Wangle sat, But his face you could not see, On account of his Beaver Hat. For his Hat was a hundred and two…

There was an Old Person of Ems, Who casually fell in the Thames; And when he was found They said he was drowned, That unlucky Old Person of Ems

Mrs Jaypher found a wafer Which she stuck upon a note; This she took and gave the cook. Then she went and bought a boat, Which she paddled down the stream,

There was an Old Man of Dundee, Who frequented the top of a tree; When disturbed by the crows, He abruptly arose, And exclaimed, 'I’ll return to Du…

There was an Old Man who said, ‘… Will nobody answer this bell? I have pulled day and night, Till my hair has grown white, But nobody answers this bell!’

There was an Old Man of Calcutta… Who perpetually ate bread and butt… Till a great bit of muffin, On which he was stuffing, Choked that horrid Old Man of Ca…

There lived an old man in the Kin… Who invented a purely original dre… And when it was perfectly made and… He opened the door and walked into… By way of a hat he’d a loaf of Br…

There was an old person of Troy, Whose drink was warm brandy and so… Which he took with a spoon, By the light of the moon, In sight of the city of Troy.

There was an Old Man of Columbia… Who was thirsty, and called out fo… But they brought it quite hot, In a small copper pot, Which disgusted that man of Colum…

There was a Young Lady of Norway… Who casually sat on a doorway; When the door squeezed her flat, She exclaimed, ‘What of that?’ This courageous Young Lady of No…

There was an Old Man of Kildare, Who climbed into a very old chair; When he said,—'Here I stays,— till the end of my days,' That immovable Man of Kildare.

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…