There was an Old Man who supposed… That the street door was partially… But some very large rats, Ate his coats and his hats, While that futile old gentleman do…

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 Coast of Coromandel Where the early pumpkins blow, In the middle of the woods Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. Two old chairs, and half a candle,

There was an Old Man of the Hagu… Whose ideas were excessively vague… He built a balloon To examine the moon, That deluded Old Man of the Hagu…

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!’

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,

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,

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 Vesuvius… Who studied the works of Vitruviu… When the flames burnt his book, To drinking he took, That morbid Old Man of Vesuvius.

Teapots and Quails, Snuffers and Snails, Set him a sailing and see how he sails! ..

Cold are the crabs that crawl on y… Colder the cucumbers that grow ben… And colder still the brazen chops… The tedious gloom of philosophic p… For when the tardy film of nectar…

There was an Old Man with a nose, Who said, ‘If you choose to suppo… That my nose is too long, You are certainly wrong!’ That remarkable Man with a nose.

There was a Young Lady of Parma, Whose conduct grew calmer and calm… When they said, ‘Are you dumb?’ She merely said, ‘Hum!’ That provoking Young Lady of Par…

There was an Old Person of Spain… Who hated all trouble and pain; So he sat on a chair, With his feet in the air, That umbrageous Old Person of Sp…

There was an Old Person of Dover… Who rushed through a field of blue… But some very large bees, Stung his nose and his knees, So he very soon went back to Dove…