There was a young lady of Greenwich,
Whose garments were bordered with Spinach;
But a large spotty Calf,
Bit her shawl quite in half,
Which alarmed that young lady of Greenwich.
There was an old person of Brigg,
Who purchased no end of a wig;
So that only his nose,
And the end of his toes,
Could be seen when he walked about Brigg.
There was an old person of Crowle,
Who lived in the nest of an owl;
When they screamed in the nest,
He screamed out with the rest,
That depressing old person of Crowle.
There was an old person in gray,
Whose feeling were tinged with dismay;
She purchased two parrots,
And fed them with carrots,
Which pleased that old person in gray.
There was an old person of Blythe,
Who cut up his meat with a saythe;
When they said, 'Well! I never!' --
he cried, 'Scythes for ever!'
That lively old person of Blythe.
There was an old person of Ealing,
Who was wholly devoid of good feeling;
He drove a small gig,
With three Owls and a Pig,
Which distressed all the people of Ealing.
There was an old person of Ickley,
Who could not abide to ride quickly,
He rode to Karnak,
On a tortoise's back,
That moony old person of Ickley.
There was an old man of Ancona,
Who found a small dog with no owner,
Whic he took up and down,
All the streets of the town;
That anxious old man of Ancona.
There was an old person of Grange,
Whose manners were scroobious and strange;
He sailed to St. Blubb,
In a waterproof tub,
That aquatic old person of Grange.
There was an old person of Nice,
Whose associates were usually Geese.
They walked out together,
In all sorts of weather.
That affable person of Nice.