There is a Zone whose even Years

No Solstice interrupt —

Whose Sun constructs perpetual Noon

Whose perfect Seasons wait —


Whose Summer set in Summer, till

The Centuries of June

And Centuries of...

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There was a Young Lady whose bonnet,

Came untied when the birds sate upon it;

        But she said: 'I don't care!

        All the birds in the air

Are welcome to sit on my bonnet!'...

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There was a Young Lady whose chin,
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There was a Young Lady whose eyes,

Were unique as to colour and size;

       When she opened them wide,

       People all turned aside,

And started away in surprise.

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There was a Young Lady whose nose,

Was so long that it reached to her toes;

  So she hired an Old Lady,

  Whose conduct was...

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There was an Old Man, on whose nose,

Most birds of the air could repose;

But they all flew away

At the closing of day,

Which relieved that Old Man and his nose.


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There was an Old Person whose habits,

Induced him to feed upon rabbits;

       ‎ When he'd eaten eighteen,

       ‎ He turned perfectly green,

Upon which he relinquished those habits....

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