There was a young man at St. Kitts,
Who was very much troubled with fits;
   An eclipse of the moon
   Threw him into a swoon;
Alas! poor young man of St. Kitts.

A Tailor who sailed from Quebec,
In a storm ventur'd once upon deck,
   But the waves of the sea,
   Were as strong as could be,
And he tumbled in up to his neck.

There was an Old Miser at Reading,
Had a house, with a yard with a shed in,
   'Twas meant for a cow,
   But so small that I vow,
The poor creature could scarce get its head in.