One Misty, Moisty, Morning by Anonymous

One Misty, Moisty, Morning

One misty, moisty, morning,
When cloudy was the weather,
I chanced to meet an old man
Clad all in leather

Clad all in leather,
With a cap beneath his chin.
How do you do?
And how do you do?
And how do you do again?

I often think about this nursery rhyme on misty moisty mornings. Of course, we haven't had many of those this year in California -- it's one of the driest on record -- but a couple of years ago when we were having the wettest on record, there were plenty of them. I like the simplicity of this poem, and, of course, the alliteration and rhythm.