The night was growing old
As she trudged through snow and sleet;
Her nose was long and cold,
And her shoes were full of feet.
By Author Unknown: as published in Carolyn Wells: “The Nonsense Book” (1910)
How very sad it is to think
Our poor benighted brother
Should have his head upon one end,
His feet upon the other.
By Author Unknown: as published in Carolyn Wells: “The Nonsense Book” (1910)