There Was An Old Person Of Bray,

They Went To Sea In A Sieve, They Did; In A Sieve They Went To Sea; In Spite Of All Their Friends Could Say.

The Owl And The Pussycat Went To Sea, / In A Beautiful Pea Green Boat. / They Took Some Honey, And Plenty Of Money, / Wrapped Up In A Five Pound Note.

There Was An Old Man Of Messina, Whose Daughter Was Named Opsibeena; She Wore A Small Wig, And Rode Out On A Pig, To The Perfect Delight Of Messina.

There Was A Young Lady Of Poole, Whose Soup Was Excessively Cool; So She Put It To Boil, By The Aid Of Some Oil, That Ingenious Young Lady Of Poole.

I Am Almost Thanking God That I Was Never Educated, For It Seems To Me That 999 Of Those Who Are So, Expensively And Laboriously, Have Lost All Before They Arrive At My Age-& Remain Like Swift's Stulbruggs-cut And Dry For Life, Making No Use Of Their Earlier-gained Treasures:-whereas, I Seem To Be On The Threshold Of Knowledge.