Wednesday, May 11th, 2016 20:05
There was an old woman

And nothing she had;

And so this old woman

Was said to be mad.

She'd nothing to eat,

She'd nothing to wear,

She'd nothing to lose,

She'd nothing to fear,

She'd nothing to ask,

And nothing to give,

And when she did die,

She'd nothing to leave.


nursery rhyme
Wednesday, May 11th, 2016 19:07 (UTC)
Хорошенькая песенка на сон грядущий. Сошла с ума и умерла.
Wednesday, May 11th, 2016 19:43 (UTC)
"Nothing to declare... except my talent,sir".O.Wilde