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

A was an ant Who seldom stood still, And who made a nice house In the side of a hill. Nice little ant!

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 Man of the East… Who gave all his children a feast; But they all ate so much And their conduct was such That it killed that Old Man of th…

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 who said, ‘… Shall I flee from that horrible c… I will sit on this stile, And continue to smile, Which may soften the heart of that…

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 a Young Lady of Wellin… Whose praise all the world was a-t… She played on a harp, And caught several carp, That accomplished Young Lady of…

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 Old Man in a pew, Whose waistcoat was spotted with b… But he tore it in pieces To give to his nieces, That cheerful Old Man in a pew.

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 Person of Mold, Who shrank from sensations of cold… So he purchased some muffs, Some furs and some fluffs, And wrapped himself from the cold.

There was an Old Man on some rock… Who shut his wife up in a box; When she said, ‘Let me out!’ He exclaimed, ‘Without doubt, You will pass all your life in tha…

The was a Young Lady of Bute, Who played on a silver-gilt flute; She played several jigs, To her uncle’s white pigs, That amusing Young Lady of Bute.

There was a Young Person of Cret… Whose toilette was far from comple… She dressed in a sack, Spickle-speckled with black, That ombliferous person of Crete.