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.
How pleasant to know Mr. Lear,
Who has written such volumes of stuff.
Some think him ill-tempered and queer,
But a few find him pleasant enough.
There was a Young Lady in White,
Who looked out at the depths of the Night;
But the birds of the air
A was once an ant,
There was a Young Person of Crete,
Whose toilette was far from complete;
She dressed in a sack,
Spickle-speckled with black,
Time is a taper waning fast!
Use it, man, well whilst it doth last:
Lest burning downwards it consume away,