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by Edward Lear | |

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
  In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money
  Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, "O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are, You are! What a beautiful Pussy you are!" Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl! How charmingly sweet you sing! O let us be married! too long we have tarried: But what shall we do for a ring?" They sailed away, for a year and a day, To the land where the Bong-tree grows And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood With a ring at the end of his nose, His nose, His nose, With a ring at the end of his nose.
"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will.
" So they took it away, and were married next day By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
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.


by Edward Lear | |

There was an old man on the Border

 There was an old man on the Border, 
Who lived in the utmost disorder; 
He danced with the cat, and made tea in his hat, 
Which vexed all the folks on the Border.


by Edward Lear | |

There Was an Old Man with a Beard

 There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who said, "It is just as I feared! --
Two Owls and a Hen, four Larks and a Wren,
Have all built their nests in my beard.


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by Edward Lear | |

There Was An Old Person Of Nice

 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!


by Edward Lear | |

How pleasant to know Mr. Lear

 How pleasant to know Mr.
Lear, Who has written such volumes of stuff.
Some think him ill-tempered and queer, But a few find him pleasant enough.
His mind is concrete and fastidious, His nose is remarkably big; His visage is more or less hideous, His beard it resembles a wig.
He has ears, and two eyes, and ten fingers, (Leastways if you reckon two thumbs); He used to be one of the singers, But now he is one of the dumbs.
He sits in a beautiful parlour, With hundreds of books on the wall; He drinks a great deal of marsala, But never gets tipsy at all.
He has many friends, laymen and clerical, Old Foss is the name of his cat; His body is perfectly spherical, He weareth a runcible hat.
When he walks in waterproof white, The children run after him so! Calling out, "He's gone out in his night- Gown, that crazy old Englishman, oh!" He weeps by the side of the ocean, He weeps on the top of the hill; He purchases pancakes and lotion, And chocolate shrimps from the mill.
He reads, but he does not speak, Spanish, He cannot abide ginger beer; Ere the days of his pilgrimage vanish, How pleasant to know Mr.
Lear!


by Edward Lear | |

The Pobble Who Has No Toes

 The Pobble who has no toes
Had once as many as we;
When they said "Some day you may lose them all;"
He replied "Fish, fiddle-de-dee!"
And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink
Lavender water tinged with pink,
For she said "The World in general knows
There's nothing so good for a Pobble's toes!"

The Pobble who has no toes
Swam across the Bristol Channel;
But before he set out he wrapped his nose
In a piece of scarlet flannel.
For his Aunt Jobiska said "No harm Can come to his toes if his nose is warm; And it's perfectly known that a Pobble's toes Are safe, -- provided he minds his nose!" The Pobble swam fast and well, And when boats or ships came near him, He tinkledy-blinkledy-winkled a bell, So that all the world could hear him.
And all the Sailors and Admirals cried, When they saw him nearing the further side - "He has gone to fish for his Aunt Jobiska's Runcible Cat with crimson whiskers!" But before he touched the shore, The shore of the Bristol Channel, A sea-green porpoise carried away His wrapper of scarlet flannel.
And when he came to observe his feet, Formerly garnished with toes so neat, His face at once became forlorn, On perceiving that all his toes were gone! And nobody ever knew, From that dark day to the present, Whoso had taken the Pobble's toes, In a manner so far from pleasant.
Whether the shrimps, or crawfish grey, Or crafty Mermaids stole them away - Nobody knew: and nobody knows How the Pobble was robbed of his twice five toes! The Pobble who has no toes Was placed in a friendly Bark, And they rowed him back, and carried him up To his Aunt Jobiska's Park.
And she made him a feast at his earnest wish Of eggs and buttercups fried with fish, - And she said "It's a fact the whole world knows, That Pobbles are happier without their toes!"


by Edward Lear | |

There was a Young Lady Whose Eyes

 There was a young lady whose eyes,
were unique as to colour and size;
When she opened them wide,
people all turned aside,
and started away in surprise.


by Edward Lear | |

There Was an Old Lady Whose Folly

 There was an Old Lady whose folly
Induced her to sit in a holly:
Whereupon by a thorn
Her dress being torn,
She quickly became melancholy.


by Edward Lear | |

There Was an Old Man in a Tree

 There was an Old Man in a tree,
Who was horribly bored by a bee.
When they said "Does it buzz?" He replied "Yes, it does! It's a regular brute of a bee!"


by Edward Lear | |

There was an Old Man of Calcutta

 There was an old man of Calcutta,
Who perpetually ate bread & butter;
Till a great bit of muffin on which he was stuffing,
Choked that horrid old man of Calcutta.


by Edward Lear | |

There was an Old Man of New York

 THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF NEW YORK, WHO MURDERED HIMSELF WITH A FORK; 
BUT NOBODY CRIED THOUGH HE VERY SOON DIED, --
FOR THAT SILLY OLD MAN OF NEW YORK.


by Edward Lear | |

There was an old man of Thermopyl?

 There was an old man of Thermopyl?, 
Who never did anything properly; 
But they said, "If you choose, To boil eggs in your shoes, 
You shall never remain in Thermopyl?.
"


by Edward Lear | |

The Table And The Chair

 Said the table to the chair,
"You can scarcely be aware
How I suffer from the heat
And from blisters on my feet!
If we took a little walk
We might have a little talk.
Pray, let us take the air!" Said the table to the chair.
Said the chair unto the table, "Now you know we are not able! How foolishly you talk When you know we cannot walk!" Said the table with a sigh, "It can do no harm to try.
I've as many legs as you.
Why can't we walk on two?" So they both went slowly down, And walked about the town, With a cheerful bumpy sound As they toddled all around.
And everybody cried As they ran up to their side "See! The table and the chair Have come out to take the air!" But, in going down an alley, To the castle, in the valley, They completely lost their way And they wandered all the day ‘Til, to see them safely back, They paid a ducky-quack And a beetle and a mouse To take them to their house.
Then they whispered to each other "Oh delightful little brother! What a lovely walk we've taken! Let us dine on beans and bacon!" So the ducky and the little Brownie-mousey and the beetle Dined, and danced upon their heads, ‘Til they toddled to their beds.


by Edward Lear | |

There was an Old Person of Cheadle

There was an Old Person of Cheadle
Was put in the stocks by the Beadle
For stealing some pigs, some coats, and some wigs,
That horrible person of Cheadle.


by Edward Lear | |

There was an Old Person whose habits

There was an Old Person whose habits
Induced him to feed upon Rabbits;
When he'd eaten eighteen, he turned perfectly green,
Upon which he relinquished those habits.


by Edward Lear | |

There was a Young Lady of Clare

There was a Young Lady of Clare,
Who was madly pursued by a Bear;
When she found she was tired, she abruptly expired,
That unfortunate Lady of Clare.


by Edward Lear | |

There was a young person in red

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.


by Edward Lear | |

There was an old man of Cashmere

There was an old man of Cashmere,
Whose movements were scroobious and queer;
Being slender and tall, he looked over a wall,
And perceived two fat ducks of Cashmere.


by Edward Lear | |

There was an old man of Boulak

There was an old man of Boulak,
Who sate on a Crocodile's back;
But they said, "Towr'ds the night he may probably bite,
Which might vex you, old man of Boulak!"


by Edward Lear | |

There was an old person of Sheen

There was an old person of Sheen,
Whose expression was calm and serene;
He sate in the water, and drank bottled porter,
That placid old person of Sheen.


by Edward Lear | |

There was an old person of Stroud

There was an old person of Stroud,
Who was horribly jammed in a crowd;
Some she slew with a kick, some she scrunched with a stick,
That impulsive old person of Stroud.


by Edward Lear | |

There was an Old Man of the West

There was an Old Man of the West,
Who wore a pale plum-colored vest;
When they said, "Does it fit?" he replied, "Not a bit!"
That uneasy Old Man of the West.


by Edward Lear | |

There was an Old Man of the West

There was an Old Man of the West,
Who never could get any rest;
So they set him to spin on his nose and his chin,
Which cured that Old Man of the West.


by Edward Lear | |

There was an old person of Ickley

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.


by Edward Lear | |

There was an old man of the Dargle

There was an old man of the Dargle
Who purchased six barrels of Gargle;
For he said, "I'll sit still, and will roll them down hill,
For the fish in the depths of the Dargle.
"