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There was an old man who screamed
out
Whenever they knocked him
about:
So they took off his boots,
and fed him with fruits,
And continued to knock him
about.
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There was a young lady in
white,
Who looked out at the depths
of the night;
But the birds of the air,
filled her heart with despair,
And oppressed that young lady
in white.
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There was an old person of
Slough,
Who danced at the end of a
bough;
But they said, “If you
sneeze, you might damage the trees,
You imprudent old person of
Slough.”
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There was an old person of
Down,
Whose face was adorned with
a frown;
When he opened the door, for
one minute or more,
He alarmed all the people
of Down.
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There was a young person in
red,
Who carefully covered her
head,
With a bonnet of leather,
and three lines of feather,
Besides some long ribands
of red.
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There was an old person of
Hove,
Who frequented the depths
of a grove;
Where he studied his books,
with the wrens and the rooks,
That tranquil old person of
Hove.
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There was a young person in
pink,
Who called out for something
to drink;
But they said, “O my
daughter, there’s nothing but water!”
Which vexed that young person
in pink.
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There was an old lady of France,
Who taught little ducklings
to dance;
When she said, “Tick-a-tack!”
they only said, “Quack!”
Which grieved that old lady
of France.
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There was an old person of
Putney,
Whose food was roast spiders
and chutney,
Which he took with his tea,
within sight of the sea,
That romantic old person of
Putney.
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There was an old person of
Loo,
Who said, “What on earth
shall I do?”
When they said, “Go
away!” she continued to stay,
That vexatious old person
of Loo.
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There was an old person of
Woking,
Whose mind was perverse and
provoking;
He sate on a rail, with his
head in a pail,
That illusive old person of
Woking.
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There was an old person of
Dean
Who dined on one pea, and
one bean;
For he said, “More than
that, would make me too fat,”
That cautious old person of
Dean.
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There was a young lady in
blue,
Who said, “Is it you?
Is it you?”
When they said, “Yes,
it is,” she replied only, “Whizz!”
That ungracious young lady
in blue.
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There was an old Man in a
Garden,
Who always begged every one’s
pardon;
When they asked him, “What
for?” he replied, “You’re a bore!
And I trust you’ll go
out of my garden.”