There was an Old Person of Harrow,
Who bought a mahogany barrow;
For he said to his wife, " You're the joy of my life!
And I'll wheel you all day in this barrow!"

There was an Old Person of Grange,
Whose manners were scroobious and strange;
He sailed to St. Blubb, in a waterproof tub,
That aquatic Old Person of Grange.

There was an Old Person of Ewell,
Who chiefly subsisted on gruel;
But to make it more nice, he inserted some mice,
Which refreshed that Old Person of Ewell.

There was an Old Person of Dover,
Who rushed through a field of blue Clover;
But some very large bees, stung his nose and his knees,
So he very soon went back to Dover.

There was an Old Person of Cromer,
Who stood on one leg to read Homer;
When he found he grew stiff, he jumped over the cliff,
Which concluded that Person of Cromer.

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.

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 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.

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.