There was a Young Lady of Welling,
Whose praise all the world was a-telling;
She played on the harp,
And caught several carp,
That accomplished Young Lady of Welling.
by Edward Lear: “A Book of Nonsense” (1846), limerick 95
Whose praise all the world was a-telling;
She played on the harp,
And caught several carp,
That accomplished Young Lady of Welling.
by Edward Lear: “A Book of Nonsense” (1846), limerick 95