`Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling / Your ring?’ Said the Piggy, `I will.’

Who or why, or which or what, / Is the Akond of Swat?

In spite of all their friends could say, / On a winter’s morn, on a stormy day, / In a sieve they went to sea!

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

Two old Bachelors were living in one house; One caught a Muffin, the other caught a Mouse.

And who so happy,- O who, / As the Duck and the Kangaroo?

They dined on mince, and slices of quinceWhich they ate with a runcible spoon;And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,They danced by the light of the moon.

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon.

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...

Fish fiddle de-dee!

Two old Bachelors were living in one house;/ One caught a Muffin, the other caught a Mouse.

Serve up in a clean dish, and throw the whole out of the window as fast as possible.

I was much distressed by next door people who had twin babies and played the violin; but one of the twins died, and the other has eaten the fiddle, so all is peace.

`How pleasant to know Mr Lear!’ / Who has written such volumes of stuff ! / Some think him ill-tempered and queer, / But a few think him pleasant enough.

And they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,/ And a pound of Rice, and a Cranberry Tart.

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea/ In a beautiful pea-green boat,/ They took some honey, and plenty of money,/ Wrapped up in a five-pound note.

The Pobble who has no toes / Had once as many as we; / When they said, `Some day you may lose them all’; / He replied – `Fish fiddle de-dee!’

The Owl and the Pussycat,

It’s a fact the whole world knows, / That Pobbles are happier without their toes.

The Dong!- the Dong! / The wandering Dong through the forest goes! / The Dong!- the Dong! / The Dong with a luminous Nose!

Ere the days of his pilgrimage vanish, How pleasant to know Mr

They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon