He was as old as old could be, His little eye could scarcely see, His mouth was sunken in between His nose and chin, and he was lean And twisted up and withered quite, So that he couldn't walk aright. His pipe was always going out, And then he'd have to search about In all his pockets, and he'd mow -- O, deary me! and, musha now! -- And then he'd light his pipe, and then He'd let it go clean out again. He couldn't dance or jump or run, Or ever have a bit of fun Like me and Susan, when we shout And jump and throw ourselves about: -- But when he laughed then you could see He was as young as young could be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COUNTRY CLERGYMAN'S TRIP TO CAMBRIDGE; ELECTION BALLAD by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 123 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 57. TRUE WOMAN, HER LOVE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI AIR: 'CAPTAIN JINKS' by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS FREQUENTLY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |