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Written 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.

Written 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.

Written 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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Written by Edward Lear | |

The Two Old Bachelors

 Two old Bachelors were living in one house;
One caught a Muffin, the other caught a Mouse.
Said he who caught the Muffin to him who caught the Mouse, - "This happens just in time! For we've nothing in the house, "Save a tiny slice of lemon and a teaspoonful of honey, "And what to do for dinner - since we haven't any money? "And what can we expect if we haven't any dinner, "But to lose our teeth and eyelashes and keep on growing thinner?" Said he who caught the Mouse to him who caught the Muffin, - "We might cook this little Mouse, if we only had some Stuffin'! "If we had but Sage and Onion we could do extremely well, "But how to get that Stuffin' it is difficult to tell!" - Those two old Bachelors ran quickly to the town And asked for Sage and Onions as they wandered up and down; They borrowed two large Onions, but no Sage was to be found In the Shops, or in the Market, or in all the Gardens round.
But some one said, - "A hill there is, a little to the north, "And to its purpledicular top a narrow way leads forth; - "And there among the rugged rocks abides an ancient Sage, - "An earnest Man, who reads all day a most perplexing page.
"Climb up, and seize him by the toes!-all studious as he sits, - "And pull him down, - and chop him into endless little bits! "Then mix him with your Onion, (cut up likewise into Scraps,) - "When your Stuffin' will be ready-and very good: perhaps.
" Those two old Bachelors without loss of time The nearly purpledicular crags at once began to climb; And at the top, among the rocks, all seated in a nook, They saw that Sage, a reading of a most enormous book.
"You earnest Sage!" aloud they cried, "your book you've read enough in!- "We wish to chop you into bits to mix you into Stuffin'!"- But that old Sage looked calmly up, and with his awful book, At those two Bachelors' bald heads a certain aim he took;- And over Crag and precipice they rolled promiscuous down,- At once they rolled, and never stopped in lane or field or town,- And when they reached their house, they found (besides their want of Stuffin',) The Mouse had fled; - and, previously, had eaten up the Muffin.
They left their home in silence by the once convivial door.
And from that hour those Bachelors were never heard of more.

Written 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!

Written 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.

Written by Edward Lear | |

The Akond of Swat

 Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akond of SWAT?

Is he tall or short, or dark or fair?
Does he sit on a stool or a sofa or a chair,
 or SQUAT,
 The Akond of Swat?

Is he wise or foolish, young or old?
Does he drink his soup and his coffee cold,
 or HOT,
 The Akond of Swat?

Does he sing or whistle, jabber or talk,
And when riding abroad does he gallop or walk
 or TROT,
 The Akond of Swat?

Does he wear a turban, a fez, or a hat?
Does he sleep on a mattress, a bed, or a mat,
 or COT,
 The Akond of Swat?

When he writes a copy in round-hand size,
Does he cross his T's and finish his I's
 with a DOT,
 The Akond of Swat?

Can he write a letter concisely clear
Without a speck or a smudge or smear
 or BLOT,
 The Akond of Swat?

Do his people like him extremely well?
Or do they, whenever they can, rebel,
 or PLOT,
 At the Akond of Swat?

If he catches them then, either old or young,
Does he have them chopped in pieces or hung,
 or SHOT,
 The Akond of Swat?

Do his people prig in the lanes or park?
Or even at times, when days are dark,
 The Akond of Swat?

Does he study the wants of his own dominion?
Or doesn't he care for public opinion
 a JOT,
 The Akond of Swat?

To amuse his mind do his people show him
Pictures, or any one's last new poem,
 or WHAT,
 For the Akond of Swat?

At night if he suddenly screams and wakes,
Do they bring him only a few small cakes,
 or a LOT,
 For the Akond of Swat?

Does he live on turnips, tea, or tripe?
Does he like his shawl to be marked with a stripe,
 or a DOT,
 The Akond of Swat?

Does he like to lie on his back in a boat
Like the lady who lived in that isle remote,
 The Akond of Swat?

Is he quiet, or always making a fuss?
Is his steward a Swiss or a Swede or Russ,
 or a SCOT,
 The Akond of Swat?

Does like to sit by the calm blue wave?
Or to sleep and snore in a dark green cave,
 or a GROTT,
 The Akond of Swat?

Does he drink small beer from a silver jug?
Or a bowl? or a glass? or a cup? or a mug?
 or a POT,
 The Akond of Swat?

Does he beat his wife with a gold-topped pipe,
When she let the gooseberries grow too ripe,
 or ROT,
 The Akond of Swat?

Does he wear a white tie when he dines with friends,
And tie it neat in a bow with ends,
 or a KNOT.
The Akond of Swat? Does he like new cream, and hate mince-pies? When he looks at the sun does he wink his eyes, or NOT, The Akond of Swat? Does he teach his subjects to roast and bake? Does he sail about on an inland lake in a YACHT, The Akond of Swat? Some one, or nobody, knows I wot Who or which or why or what Is the Akond of Swat?

Written 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!"

Written 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.

Written 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.

Written 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!"

Written 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.

Written by Edward Lear | |

There was an Old Man of New York


Written 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?.

Written 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.