There was once a spinster from Wheeling,
Endowed with such delicate feeling,
That she thought any chair
Should not have its legs bare,
So, she kept her eyes fixed on the ceiling
There was a young lady of Kent,
Who always said just what she meant;
People said,she's a dear-So unique-so sincere
But they shunned her by common consent.
there once was a pious young priest,
Who lived almost wholly on yeast;
For,he said it is plain,
We must all rise again,
And i want to get started at least.
There once was an old man of Boolong
Who frightened the birds with his songs
It wasn't the words
Which astonished the birds
But the horrible dooble ontong
