There was an Old Man who, when little,
Fell casually into a Kettle;
But, growing too stout,
He could never get out,
So he passed all his life in that Kettle.
More verses by Edward Lear
- Limerick: There Was An Old Man Of The North
- Limerick: There Was An Old Person In Black
- Limerick:There Was An Old Person Of Burton
- Limerick: There Was An Old Person Of Dover
- Limerick: There Was An Old Person Whose Habits,