What Will Happen To Me,

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.

I Am Almost Thanking God That I Was Never Educated, For It Seems To Me That 999 Of Those Who Are So, Expensively And Laboriously, Have Lost All Before They Arrive At My Age-& Remain Like Swift's Stulbruggs-cut And Dry For Life, Making No Use Of Their Earlier-gained Treasures:-whereas, I Seem To Be On The Threshold Of Knowledge.

There Was An Old Man Of Columbia, Who Was Thirsty, And Called Out For Some Beer; But They Brought It Quite Hot, In A Small Copper Pot, Which Disgusted That Man Of Columbia.

They Went To Sea In A Sieve, They Did; In A Sieve They Went To Sea; In Spite Of All Their Friends Could Say.

I Was Much Distressed By Next Door People Who Had Twin Babies & Played The Violin: But One Of The Twins Died, & The Other Has Eaten The Fiddle — So All Is Peace.