There Was An Old Man Of Orleans,

And If You Voz To See My Roziz As Is A Boon To All Men's Noziz, - You'd Fall Upon Your Back And Scream - '" Lawk! O Criky! It's A Dream!"

There Was An Old Man Of The East, Who Gave All His Children A Feast; But They All Ate So Much, And Their Conduct Was Such, That It Killed That Old Man Of The East.

What Will Happen To Me, As The Oyster Said When He Very Inadvertently Swallowed The Gooseberry Bush, Nobody Can Tell.

They Danced By The Light Of The Moon.

They Dined On Mince, And Slices Of Quince, Which They Ate With A Runcible Spoon; And Hand In Hand, On The Edge Of The Sand, They Danced By The Light Of The Moon.