THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF NEW YORK, WHO MURDERED HIMSELF WITH A FORK;
BUT NOBODY CRIED THOUGH HE VERY SOON DIED, --
FOR THAT SILLY OLD MAN OF NEW YORK.
More verses by Edward Lear
- The Dong With A Luminous Nose
- There Was A Young Lady Whose Eyes
- There Was An Old Person Of Nice
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