 So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage leaf to make an apple pie, and at the same time a great she-bear, coming down the street, pops its head into the shop. What? No soap? So he died. Then she very imprudently married the barber. And they were present, the picninnies, and the job-lillies, and the garyllies, and the great panjandrum himself, with the little round button at top. And they all fell to playing the game of catch as catch can, till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The great panjandrum himself, by Samuel Foote, read for LibriVox.org by Eric Hale. So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage leaf to make an apple pie, and at the same time a great she-bear, coming down the street, pops its head into the shop. What? No soap? So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber. And they were present, the picnickies, and the job-lillies, and the garyllies, and the great panjandrum himself, with the little round button at top. And they all fell to playing the game of catch as catch can, till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The great panjandrum himself, by Samuel Foote, read for LibriVox.org by Floyd Wilde. So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage leaf to make an apple pie, and at the same time a great she-bear, coming down the street, pops its head into the shop. What? No soap? So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber. And they were present, the picnickies, and the job-lillies, and the garyllies, and the great panjandrum himself, with the little round button at top. And they all fell to playing the game of catch as catch can, till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The great panjandrum himself, by Samuel Foote, read for LibriVox.org by Greg Bowman. So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage leaf to make an apple pie, and at the same time a great she-bear, coming down the street, pops its head into the shop. What? No soap? So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber. And they were present, the picnickies, and the job-lillies, and the garyllies, and the great panjandrum himself, with the little round button at top. And they all fell to playing the game of catch as catch can, till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The great panjandrum himself, by Samuel Foote, read for LibriVox.org by Harry Coffield. So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage leaf to make an apple pie, and at the same time a great she-bear, coming down the street, pops its head into the shop. What? No soap? So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber. And they were present, the picnickies, and the job-lillies, and the garyllies, and the great panjandrum himself, with the little round button at top. And they all fell to playing the game of catch as catch can, till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The great panjandrum himself, by Samuel Foote, read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage leaf to make an apple pie, and at the same time a great she-bear, coming down the street, pops its head into the shop. What? No soap? So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber, and they were present the picnickies, and the job-lillies, and the garyllies, and the great panjandrum himself, with the little round button at top. And they all fell to playing the game of catch as catch can, till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Great Panjandrum Himself, by Samuel Foote, read for LibriVox.org by Lucy Perry. So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage leaf to make an apple pie, and at the same time a great she-bear, coming down the street, pops its head into the shop. What? No soap? So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber, and they were present the picnickies, and the job-lillies, and the garyllies, and the great panjandrum himself, with the little round button at top. And they all fell to playing the game of catch as catch can, till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Great Panjandrum Himself, by Samuel Foote, read for LibriVox.org by Millie Sunbear. So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage leaf to make an apple pie, and at the same time a great she-bear, coming down the street, pops its head into the shop. What? No soap? So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber, and there were present the picnickies, and the job-lillies, and the garyllies, and the great panjandrum himself, with the little round button at top. And they all fell to playing the game of catch as catch can, till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Great Panjandrum Himself, by Samuel Foote, read for LibriVox.org by Ruth Golding. So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage leaf to make an apple pie, and at the same time a great she-bear, coming down the street, pops its head into the shop. What? No soap? So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber, and there were present the picnickies, and the job-lillies, and the garyllies, and the Great Panjandrum Himself, with the little round button at top. And they all fell to playing the game of catch as catch can, till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Great Panjandrum Himself, by Samuel Foote, read for LibriVox.org by Raven Notation. So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage leaf to make an apple pie, and at the same time a great she-bear, coming down the street, pops its head into the shop. What? No soap? So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber, and there were present the picnickies, and the job-lillies, and the garyllies, and the Great Panjandrum Himself, with the little round button at top. And they all fell to playing the game of catch as catch can, till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.