There Was An Old Man Of Dunrose
Edward Lear
There was an old man of Dunrose; A parrot seized hold of his nose. When he grew melancholy, They said, ‘His name’s Polly,’ Which soothed that old man of Dunrose.
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There was an old man of Dunrose; A parrot seized hold of his nose. When he grew melancholy, They said, ‘His name’s Polly,’ Which soothed that old man of Dunrose.
