They Danced By The Light Of The

When Awful Darkness And Silence Reign Over The Great Gromboolian Plain, Through The Long, Long Wintry Nights.

There Was An Old Man Of Messina, Whose Daughter Was Named Opsibeena; She Wore A Small Wig, And Rode Out On A Pig, To The Perfect Delight Of Messina.

There Was An Old Man Of The East, Who Gave All His Children A Feast; But They All Ate So Much, And Their Conduct Was Such, That It Killed That Old Man Of The East.

And If You Voz To See My Roziz As Is A Boon To All Men's Noziz, - You'd Fall Upon Your Back And Scream - '" Lawk! O Criky! It's A Dream!"

There Was An Old Person Of Brussels, Who Lived Upon Brandy And Mussels; When He Rushed Through The Town, He Knocked Most People Down, Which Distressed All The People Of Brussels.