Once a time I knew
A very, very old man,
And he had long and crooked fingers,
And he had long and crooked toes,
But the very strangest thing about him
Was his very long and hooked nose.
When he was a babe,
There was no man's could match it;
When he played at stick-and-ball,
He used it for a catch-it!
When he had his bearded days
He used it for a hatchet;
But as he old and older grew,
As he grew bent and lame,
He found it came in handiest
For use as a cane.