There was an Old Person of Skye, Who waltz’d with a Bluebottle fly; They buzz’d a sweet tune, To the light of the moon, And entranced all the people of Skye.
There was an Old Person of Rye, Who went up to town on a fly; but they said, ‘If you cough, You are safe to fall off!, You abstemious Old Person of Rye!’
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 a Young 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 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!’