There was an Old Man of the East, Who gave.

One finds that constant quiet sympathy is not only one of the most lovable qualities, but one of the very rarest.

There was an Old Man of Peru, Who watched his wife making a stew; But once by mistake, In a stove she did bake, That unfortunate Man of Peru.

It takes a long time to make a painter – even with a good artist’s education – but without one it tries the patience of Job; it is a great thing if one does not go backward.

Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee! We think no Birds so happy as we! Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill! We think so then, and we thought so still!

There was a Young Person in pink, Who called out for something to drink; But they said, ‘O my daughter, there’s nothing but water!’ Which vexed that Young Person in pink.

And what can we expect if we haven’t any dinner, But to lose our teeth and eyelashes and keep on growing thinner?

When awful darkness and silence reign Over the great Gromboolian plain, Through the long, long wintry nights;.

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.

The Dong!- the Dong! / The wandering Dong through the forest goes! / The Dong!- the Dong! / The Dong with a luminous Nose!