There Was An Old Person Of Bray,

In The Middle Of The Woods Lived The Yonghy-bonghy-bo. Two Old Chairs And Half A Candle, One Old Jug Without A Handle- These Were All The Worldly Goods.

A Vile Beastly Rottenheaded Foolbegotten Brazenthroated Pernicous Piggish Screaming, Tearing, Roaring, Perplexing, Splitmecrackle Crashmecriggle Insane Ass Of A Woman Is Practising Howling Below-stairs With A Brute Of A Singingmaster So Horribly, That My Head Is Nearly Off.

I Was Much Distressed By Next Door People Who Had Twin Babies & Played The Violin: But One Of The Twins Died, & The Other Has Eaten The Fiddle — So All Is Peace.

There Was An Old Man With An Owl, Who Continued To Bother And Howl; He Sate On A Rail, And Imbibed Bitter Ale, Which Refreshed That Old Man And His Owl.

It's A Fact The Whole World Knows, That Pobbles Are Happier Without Their Toes.