There was an old man of Mosul,
Who wanted to go back to school;
They said, “You’re too old!”
He said, “So I’m told!
But I never learned to listen, Mosul!”
There was an old lady of Ottawa,
Whose daily routine was a lot o’ blah;
To give it some spice,
She fought tigers thrice,
That bored old lady of Ottawa.
There was an old man of October,
Who cried, “It’s over! It’s over!”
It had only begun,
His cries were undone,
That alarmist old man of October.