Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXXVI. Paradoxes.

    There was a man and he was mad,
    And he jump'd into a pea-swad;[A]
    The pea-swad was over-full,
    So he jump'd into a roaring bull;
    The roaring bull was over-fat,
    So he jump'd into a gentleman's hat;
    The gentleman's hat was over-fine,
    So he jump'd into a bottle of wine;
    The bottle of wine was over-dear,
    So he jump'd into a bottle of beer;
    The bottle of beer was over-thick,
    So he jump'd into a club-stick;
    The club-stick was over-narrow,
    So he jump'd into a wheel-barrow;
    The wheel-barrow began to crack,
    So he jump'd on to a hay-stack;
    The hay-stack began to blaze,
    So he did nothing but cough and sneeze!

        [Footnote A: The pod or shell of a pea.]

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