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He would answer to �Hi� or to any loud cry,
Such as �Fry me!� or �Fritter my wig!�
To �What-you-may-call-um!� or �What-was-his-name!�
But especially �Thing-um-a-jig!�
While, for those who preferred a more forcible word,
He had different names from these:
His intimate friends called him �Candle-ends�
And his enemies �Toasted-cheese�.
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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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There was an Old Person of Rheims,
Who was troubled with horrible dreams;
So, to keep him awake,
They fed him with cake,
Which amused that Old Person of Rheims.
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There was a Young Lady of Ryde,
Whose shoe-strings were seldom untied;
She purchased some clogs,
And some small spotty dogs,
And frequently walked about Ryde.
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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.
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There was a Young Lady whose bonnet,
Came untied when the birds sate upon it;
But she said: �I don�t care!
All the birds in the air
Are welcome to sit on my bonnet!�
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There was a Young Lady whose chin,
Resembled the point of a pin;
So she had it made sharp,
And purchased a harp,
And played several tunes with her chin
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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!�
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There was an Old Person of Leeds,
Whose head was infested with beads;
She sat on a stool,
And ate gooseberry fool,
Which agreed with that person of Leeds
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There was a Young Person of Crete,
Whose toilette was far from complete;
She dressed in a sack,
Spickle-speckled with black,
That ombliferous person of Crete.
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There was a Young Lady of Tyre,
Who swept the loud chords of a lyre;
At the sound of each sweep
She enraptured the deep,
And enchanted the city of Tyre.
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There was an Old Man of Calcutta,
Who perpetually ate bread and butter,
Till a great bit of muffin,
On which he was stuffing,
Choked that horrid Old Man of Calcutta.
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There was an Old Man on some rocks,
Who shut his wife up in a box;
When she said, �Let me out!�
He exclaimed, �Without doubt,
You will pass all your life in that box.�
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There was an Old Man of the West,
Who never could get any rest;
So they set him to spin
On his nose and chin,
Which cured that Old Man of the West.
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There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who sat on a horse when he reared;
But they said, �Never mind!
You will fall off behind,
You propitious Old Man with a beard!�
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There was an Old Person of Berlin,
Whose form was uncommonly thin;
Till he once, by mistake,
Was mixed up in a cake,
So they baked that Old Man of Berlin.
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There was an Old Lady whose folly,
Induced her to sit on a holly;
Whereon by a thorn,
Her dress being torn,
She quickly became melancholy.
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There was an Old Man of Aosta,
Who possessed a large cow, but he lost her;
But they said, �Don�t you see
She has rushed up a tree?
You invidious Old Man of Aosta!�
