There was an old person of Smyrna,
Whose Granny once threatened to burn her;
But she seized on the cat,
And said "Granny, burn that!
You incongruous old woman of Smyrna!"
There was an old lady of Bute,
Who played on a silver-gilt flute;
She played several jigs
To her Uncle's white pigs,
That amusing old lady of Bute.
There was an old lady of Ryde,
Whose shoe-strings were seldom untied,
She purchased some clogs,
And some small spotted dogs,
And frequently walked about Ryde.
There was an old lady of Parma,
Whose conduct grew calmer and calmer,
When they said "Are you dumb?"
She merely said "Hum!"
That provoking old lady of Parma.
There was an old lady of Troy,
Whom several large flies did annoy;
Some she killed with a thump,
Some she drowned at the pump,
And some she took with her to Troy.
There was an old person of Crete,
Whose toilet was far from complete,
She dressed in a sack
Spickle-speckled with black,
That ombliferous old person of Crete.
There was an old lady of Wales,
Who caught a large fish without scales;
When she lifted her hook,
She exclaimed "Only look!"
That ecstatic old lady of Wales.
There was an old lady of Clare,
Who was sadly pursued by a bear;
When she found she was tired,
She abruptly expired,
That unfortunate lady of Clare.
There was an old lady of Dorking,
Who bought a large bonnet for walking;
But it's colour and size,
So bedazzled her eyes,
That she very soon went back to Dorking.
There was an old lady of Russia,
Who screamed so that no one could hush her;
Her screams were extreme,
No one heard such a scream,
As was screamed by that lady of Russia.
There was an old lady of Norway,
Who casually sat in a doorway;
When the door squeezed her flat,
She exclaimed, "What of that?"
That courageous old lady of Norway.
There was an old lady of Chertsey,
Who made a remarkable curtsey;
She twirled round and round,
Till she sank underground,
Which distressed all the people of Chertsey.
There was an old woman of Anerley,
Whose conduct was strange and unmannerly.
She rushed down the Strand,
With a pig in each hand,
But returning in the evening to Anerley.
There was an old lady of Welling,
Whose praise all the world was a-telling;
She played on the harp,
And caught several carp,
That accomplished old lady of Welling.
There was an old lady of Turkey,
Who wept when the weather was murky;
When the day turned out fine,
She ceased to repine,
That capricious old lady of Turkey.
[Illustration: Old Woman in Flying Basket.]