There was an Old Man of Nepaul,
From his horse had a terrible fall;
But, though split quite in two,
By some very strong glue,
They mended that Man of Nepaul.
There was a coach driver called Ken,
Took us to Newquay and back hyem,
We all rocked with laughter
At his Geordie banter,
That witty coach driver called Ken.
Umama, ngithand' Umzimkulu
The land of King Shaka the Zulu
Where the land is so green
And you never have seen
All the girls just as nice as ngingu. [I am!]
There was an Old Man of Leghorn,
The smallest that ever was born;
But quickly snapped up he
Was once by a puppy,
Who devoured that Old Man of Leghorn.
There was an odd fellow named Fred
Who dreamt he had died and was dead;
And as strange as it seems
He was killed in his dreams
By his father, who'd 'gone on ahead'.
There was a young vicar from Gwent
Who promised that he would repent;
He said he'd just met her
And he would do better
But I'm not so sure what he meant.
There was an Old Person of Wick,
Who said, 'Tick-a-Tick, Tick-a-Tick;
And he said nothing more,
That laconic Old Person of Wick
There once was a man from Quebec
Who's chickens had no need to peck;
A lady named Betty
Hand fed them spaghetti
As they lay on their backs on the deck.
Here comes the old woman called flower
With the strength to put down a whole tower
But she can`t this weed pull
And she tries like a fool
But her arms she can`t make them have power
There was an Old Man of the Isles,
Whose face was pervaded with smiles;
He sung high dum diddle,
And played on the fiddle,
That amiable Man of the Isles.