There was an old lady of London,
Whose pants were forever undone;
Her bottom was bare,
But she couldn’t care,
That shameless old lady of London.
There was an old lady of Rome,
Who wrote a prodigious tome;
She had nothing to say,
But wrote anyway,
That wordy old lady of Rome.
There was a young lad in a tie,
Who thought himself handsome as pie;
However he’d plead,
The girls disagreed,
That conceited young lad in a tie.