There was an old person of Florence,
Who held mutton chops in abhorrence;
He purchased a Bustard,
And fried him in Mustard,
Which choked that old person of Florence.
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.
There was an old person of Pisa,
Whose daughters did nothing to please her;
SShe dressed them in gray,
And bonged them all day,
Round the walls of the city of Pisa.
There was an old man in a garden,
Who always begg'd 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.'
There was an old man of Thames Ditton,
Who called for something to sit on;
But they brought him a hat,
And said - 'Sit upon that,
You abruptious old man of Thames Ditton!'
There was an old man of Dee-side,
Whose hat was exceedingly wide,
But he said, 'Do not fail,
If it happens to hail
To come under my hat at Dee-side!'
There was an old man at a Station,
Who made a promiscuous oration;
But they said, 'Take some snuff! --
You have talk'd quite enough
You afflicting old man at a station!'
There was an old person of Shields,
Who frequented the valley and fields;
All the mice and the cats,
And the snakes and the rats,
Followed after that person of Shields.
There was a young person in pink,
Who called out for something to drink;
But they said, 'Oh my daughter,
There's nothing but water!'
Which vexed that young person in pink.
There was a young person whose history,
Was always considered a mystery;
She sate in a ditch,
Although no one knew which,
And composed a small treatise on history.