Shine on, you crazy diamond!

There was an old person of Stroud,

Who was horribly jammed in a crowd;

Some she slew with a kick,

Some she scrunched with a stick,

That impulsive old person of Stroud.

There was an old lady of France,

Who taught little ducklings to dance;

When she said, ‘Tick-a-Tack!’

–They only said, ‘Quack!’

Which grieved that old lady of France.

There was an old man who screamed out

Whenever they knocked him about;

So they took off his boots,

And fed him with fruits,

And continued to knock him about.

There was an old person of Woking,

Whose mind was perverse and provoking;

He sate on a rail,

With his head in a pail,

That illusive old person of Woking.

There was a young person of Bantry,

Who frequently slept in the pantry;

When disturbed by the mice,

She appeased them with rice,

That judicious young person of Bantry.

There was an old man in a Marsh,

Whose manners were futile and harsh;

He sate on a log,

And sang songs to a frog,

That instructive old man in a Marsh.

There was a young person in red,

Who carefully covered her head,

With a bonnet of leather,

And three lines of feather,

Besides some long ribands of red.

There was an old person of Bree,

Who frequented the depths of the sea;

she nurs’d the small fishes,

And washed all the dishes,

And swam back again into Bree.

There was an old person in black,

A Grasshopper jumped on his back;

When it chirped in his ear,

He was smitten with fear,

That helpless old person in black.

There was an old man of Toulouse

Who purchased a new pair of shoes;

When they asked, ‘Are they pleasant?’

–He said, ‘Not at present!’

That turbid old man of Toulouse.

(To be continued…)