There was an old man whose despair Induced him to purchase a hare: Whereon one fine day, He rode wholly away, Which partly assuaged his despair.

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 a Young Person of Smyr… Whose Grandmother threatened to b… But she seized on the cat, And said, ‘Granny, burn that! You incongruous Old Woman of Smy…

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 Person of Rheim… Who was troubled with horrible dre… So, to keep him awake They fed him on cake, Which amused that Old Person of…

There was an Old Man of the Wrek… Whose shoes made a horrible creaki… But they said, ‘Tell us whether, Your shoes are of leather, Or of what, you Old Man of the W…

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 Portug… Whose ideas were excessively nauti… She climbed up a tree, To examine the sea, But declared she would never leave…

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…

There was an Old Person of Buda, Whose conduct grew ruder and ruder… Till at last, with a hammer, They silenced his clamour, By smashing that Person of Buda.

There was an Old Man of Moldavia… Who had the most curious behaviour… For while he was able, He slept on a table. That funny Old Man of Moldavia.

There was an Old Man of Apulia, Whose conduct was very peculiar He fed twenty sons, Upon nothing but buns, That whimsical Man of Apulia.

There was an Old Lady of Prague, Whose language was horribly vague; When they said, ‘Are these caps?’ She answered, ‘Perhaps!’ That oracular Lady of Prague.

There was a Young Girl of Majorc… Whose aunt was a very fast walker; She walked seventy miles, And leaped fifteen stiles, Which astonished that Girl of Maj…

The Broom and the Shovel, the Po… They all took a drive in the Park… and they each sang a song, Ding-a-… Before they went back in the dark. Mr Poker he sate quite upright in…