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 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…

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,

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

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 whose eyes, were unique as to colour and size; When she opened them wide, people all turned aside, and started away in surprise.

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 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 on the Borde… Who lived in the utmost disorder; He danced with the cat, and made t… Which vexed all the folks on the…

There was an Old Man of Leghorn, The smallest that ever was born; But quickly snapped up he Was once by a puppy, Who devoured that Old Man of Leg…

How pleasant to know Mr. Lear, Who has written such volumes of st… Some think him ill-tempered and qu… But a few find him pleasant enough… His mind is concrete and fastidiou…

He lived at Dingle Bank– he did;… He lived at Dingle Bank; And in his garden was one Quail, Four tulips and a Tank: And from his window he could see

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.

There was a Young Lady of Clare, Who was sadly pursued by a bear; When she found she was tired, She abruptly expired, That unfortunate Lady of Clare.

Delirious Bulldogs;—echoing calls My daughter,—green as summer grass… The long supine Plebeian ass, The nasty crockery boring falls;— Tom-Moory Pathos;—all things bare…