Chapter IV: Part 4

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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Unless I’ve a new gown, said she,
I really can’t go to the tea.
I’ve nothing to wear,
My back is quite bare.
You’re right in the style, then, said he.

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A proud young rooster named Gawk,
Was taking his flock for a walk;
An auto whizzed by
But Gawk wouldn’t fly,
And so naught was left but the squawk.

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Belinda was building the fire,
She knew the results might be dire,
But to shorten her toil
She poured on some oil—
And speedily winged her way higher.

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There was a young dude from the city
Who tho’t he espied a nice kitty,
Her back he did pat,
Saying, good Kitty Cat—
They buried his clothes—what a pity!

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There was a young man at St. Kitts
Who was very much troubled with fits.
The eclipse of the moon
Threw him into a swoon,
When he tumbled and broke into bits.

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There was a young lady, quite rich,
Who heard funny noises, at which
She took off her hat
And found that her rat
Had fallen asleep at the switch.

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There once was a girl of New York
Whose body was lighter than cork
She had to be fed
For six weeks upon lead,
Before she went out for a walk.

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There once was a 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 once was an amorous Mr.
Who on meeting a girl always Kr.
But one night at the gate
He learned when too late
He’d been kissing the coachman’s black Sr.

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They had cut off a Chinaman’s queue,
And were painting his head a bright blueue;
So the Chinaman said
As they daubed at his head;
When I sueue yueue, yueue’ll rueue what yueue dueue.

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There was a Princess of Bengal
Whose mouth was exceedingly small;
She said, It would be
More easy for me
To do without eating at all!

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A right-handed writer named Wright,
In writing “write” always wrote “rite.”
He meant to write “write,”
But he couldn’t write right—
Who started this darn thing, anyway?

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There was a young lady of Boston
Whose manner had such a deep frost on.
She invariably froze
Every one of her beaux
When her high plane of thought they got lost on.

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When you turn down your glass it’s a sign
That you’re not going to take any wign,
So turn down your plate
When they serve things you hate
And you’ll be asked out often to dign.

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There was an old person of Ware
Who rode on the back of a bear.
When they said, Does it trot?
He said, Certainly not,
It’s a Moppsikon Floppsikon bear.

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Nan’s father, who lived in Nantucket,
Kept all of his cash in a bucket.
But one day Miss Nan
Eloped with a man,
And as for the cash, why Nan tuck it!

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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 big as the bush!

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Every fighter in khaki or blue
Has a job he simply must do—
He must stand by the flag,
He must fight the red rag,
The Legion will see the job through!

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There was a cowpuncher in Butte
Who immediately started to shutte,
When a girl who was brave
Said, Your pants need a shave,
Otherwise you look awfully cutte!

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A cowboy with nothing to dioux
Just for practice tried roping poor Lioux,
It was excellent sport
But Siouxn after in court
He was siouxed for lassiouxing a Sioux!

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A broken down tenor named Squires
Wrote thus to a half hundred choirs;
Have you place I could fill?
They replied “No,” but still
He inquires in choirs in quires.

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There was a young lady named Jane
Who said to herself, I’m too plain.
I’m tired of duty,
Now I’ll seek beauty,
And beat Father Time at his game.

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There was a dear lady of Eden
Who on apples was quite fond of feedin’.
She gave one to Adam
Who said, Thank you madam,
And then both skedaddled from Eden.

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Said the stuttering baritone Gantz
When asked by the chorister Rantz,
If it was his desire
To sing in the choir,
I’d j-j-j-jump at the chants!

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A lady as proud as old Lucifer
Is tired of her husband’s abucifer.
She says she will see
If she ever gets free
Love doesn’t again make a gucifer.

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When Adam in bliss
Asked Eve for a kiss,
She puckered her lips with a coo,
Gave look so ecstatic,
And answered emphatic,
I don’t care A-dam if I do.

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She frowned on him and called him Mr.
Because in fun he’d merely Kr.
And then for spite
The foll’wing nite
This naughty Mr. Kr. Sr.

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There was a young lady named Stella,
Whose beau was a bow-legged fella.
When he asked her to sit
In his lap, why she lit
On his soft corn, then how he did bella.

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Professor M’Dome of Saint Clair
In five hours tracked a bear to his lair.
Mr. Bear was at home
And Professor M’Dome
Spent five minutes returning from there.

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I am so poor
I can’t insure,
He said, then died—(damnation!)
His widow sighed,
Became a bride
And thus escaped starvation.

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For beauty I am not a star,
There are others more handsome by far.
By my face I don’t mind it,
For I am behind it,
It’s the people in front that I jar.

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Dickery Dickery Doc,
With patients lined up a block
With fits and conniptions
They wait for prescriptions
Liquor me, liquor me, Doc.

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Any girl can be gay
In a classy coupe,
In a taxi they all can be jolly
But the girl worth while
Is the girl who can smile
When you’re bringing her home on the trolley.

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A sporty old chink named Wun Won
Sat up playing fan tan for mon,
At two he’d lost ten
But he stuck to it—then
Wun Won won one-one at 1:01.

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There once was a maiden of Siam
Who said to her lover, young Kiam,
If you kiss me, of course
You will have to use force,
But I’ll wager you’re stronger than I am.