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I knew a man, and his name was Horner, Who used to live on Grumble Corner— Grumble Corner, in Crosspatch Town; And he never was seen without a frown; He grumbled at this, he grumbled at that; He growled at the dog, he growled at the cat; He grumbled at morning, he grumbled at night, And to grumble and growl were his chief delight.

He grumbled so much at his wife that she Began to grumble as well as he; And all the children, wherever they went, Reflected their parents' discontent. If the sky was dark and betokened rain, Then Mr. Horner was sure to complain; And, if there was never a cloud about, He'd grumble because of a threatened drought.

His meals were never to suit his taste; He grumbled at having to eat in haste; The bread was poor, or the meat was tough, Or else he hadn't had half enough.