There was an old party called Pennycomequick,
Who rode off to town on the back of a stick;
His house was a teapot without any spout,
He just lifted the lid when he wished to look out.

There was an old owl,
With eyes big and bright,
Who sung in a treetop
One calm summer night.
And the song that he sung
I will now sing to you —
" To whit! To whoo, hoo!
To whit! To whoo, hoo! "

He sang there all night
Till early next morn,
When a crow came along
That was looking for corn.
The crow heard him singing,
" To whit! To whoo, hoo! "
And offered to sing
A few notes that he knew.

Just then the old owl
In the treetop so high,
With his classical shape
And his big staring eye,

There was an old miser at Reading,
Had a house, and a yard with a shed in;
'Twas meant for a cow,
But so small, that I vow
The poor creature could scarce get her head in.

There was an Old Man with a gong,
Who bumped at it all the day long;
But they called out, " O law! you're a horrid old bore!"
So they smashed that Old Man with a gong.

The morn is breaking see the rising sun
Has on your windows cast his burning light
Arise the day is with you onward run
Lest soon you wander lost in murky night
I will be with you 'tis your day of flight
Hasten the hour is near you cannot fly
Leave all for he who stops can never fight
The foe that shall assail him from on high
They come the plagues that none can flee
Behold the wrath of God is on you poured
Oh hasten find the rest He gives in me
And you shall fear no fear in me restored
They cannot pause oh hasten while you may

There was an Old Man who supposed,
That the street door was partially closed;
But some very large rats, ate his coats and his hats,
While that futile old gentleman dozed.

Come all ye weary. I will give you rest
The rest for all my Father's love prepares
Come and in me and him be wholly blest
And I will free you from the world of cares
For I am meek and lowly learn of me
And you shall find in me the promised peace
Come learn of me though blind your eyes shall see
And every joy I give shall never cease
The marriage feast is ready hasten in
For those who tarry shall their lateness mourn
Come and your robes I'll wash from every sin
And in my arms shall every son be borne
Till freed from every danger he shall be

There was an Old Man who said, "Hush!
I perceive a young bird in this bush!'
When they said, "Is it small?'
He replied, "Not at all!
It is four times as big as the bush!'

There was an old man who said, " How
Shall I flee from this horrible cow?
I will sit on this stile,
And continue to smile,
Which may soften the heart of that cow."

There was an old man who lived in the wood
As you can plainly see,
Who said he could do more work in one day
Than his wife could do in three.

"If this be true," the old woman said,
"Why, this you must allow:
You must do my work for one day
While I go drive the plow.

"And you must feed [milk] the Tiny cow
For fear she will go dry,
And you must feed the little pigs
That are within the sty.

"And you must watch the speckled hen
Lest she should lay astray,
And you must wind the reel of yarn
That I spun yesterday."