Said the Duck to the Kangaroo, ‘Good gracious! how you hop! Over the fields and the water too, As if you never would stop! My life is a bore in this nasty po…

There was an Old Person of Burto… Whose answers were rather uncertai… When they said, 'How d’ye do?' He replied, ‘Who are you?’ That distressing Old Person of B…

There was an Old Person of Bango… Whose face was distorted with ange… He tore off his boots, And subsisted on roots, That irascible Person of Bangor.

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 an Old Man of th’ Abru… So blind that he couldn’t his foot… When they said, 'That’s your toe,… He replied, ‘Is it so?’ That doubtful Old Man of th’ Abr…

On the top of the Crumpetty Tree The Quangle Wangle sat, But his face you could not see, On account of his Beaver Hat. For his Hat was a hundred and two…

There was an Old Man of Madras, Who rode on a cream-coloured ass; But the length of its ears, So promoted his fears, That it killed that Old Man of M…

There was an Old Man of Nepaul, From his horse had a terrible fall… But, though split quite in two, By some very strong glue, They mended that Man of Nepaul.

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 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 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!’

There was an old Lady of Winchels… Who said, ‘If you needle or pin s… On the floor of my room, Sweep it up with the broom!’ —That exhaustive old Lady of Winc…

There was an Old Man of Melrose, Who walked on the tips of his toes… But they said, 'It ain’t pleasant… To see you at present, You stupid Old Man of Melrose.

There was an old man of Thermopyl… Who never did anything properly; But they said, "If you choose, To… You shall never remain in Thermop…

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.