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…

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 a Young Lady in White, Who looked out at the depths of th… But the birds of the air Filled her heart with despair, And oppressed that Young Lady in…

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 Lady whose folly Induced her to sit in a holly: Whereupon by a thorn Her dress being torn, She quickly became melancholy.

There was an Old Man of the Isle… Whose face was pervaded with smile… He sung high dum diddle, And played on the fiddle, That amiable Man of the Isles.

There was an Old Man of Jamaica, Who suddenly married a Quaker; But she cried out, ‘Alack! I have married a black!’ Which distressed that Old Man of…

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 Leeds… Whose head was infested with beads… She sat on a stool, And ate gooseberry fool, Which agreed with that person of…

There was a Young Lady of Tyre, Who swept the loud chords of a lyr… At the sound of each sweep She enraptured the deep, And enchanted the city of Tyre.

There was an Old Man of Kamschat… Who possessed a remarkable fat cur… His gait and his waddle Were held as a model To all the fat dogs in Kamschatka…

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…

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 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 was an Ol Man of Quebec, A beetle ran over his neck; But he cried, 'With a needle, I’ll slay you, O beadle!' That angry Old Man of Quebec.