Who, Or Why, Or Which, Or What,

There Was A Young Lady Of Poole, Whose Soup Was Excessively Cool; So She Put It To Boil, By The Aid Of Some Oil, That Ingenious Young Lady Of Poole.

There Was An Old Person Of Brussels, Who Lived Upon Brandy And Mussels; When He Rushed Through The Town, He Knocked Most People Down, Which Distressed All The People Of Brussels.

The Owl And The Pussycat Went To Sea In A Beautiful Pea-green Boat: They Took Some Honey, And Plenty Of Money Wrapped Up In A Five-pound Note. . . 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, The Moon, The Moon, They Danced By The Light Of The Moon.

There Was An Old Man With An Owl, Who Continued To Bother And Howl; He Sate On A Rail, And Imbibed Bitter Ale, Which Refreshed That Old Man And His Owl.

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.