The Letters at School
One day the letters went to school,
And tried to learn each other:
They got so mixed ‘t was really hard
To pick out one from t’ other.
A went in first, and Z went last;
The rest all were between them, —
K, L and M, and N, O, P, —
I wish you could have seen them!
B, C, D, E, and J, K, L,
Soon jostled well their betters;
Q, R, S, T — I grieve to say —
Were very naughty letters.
Of course, ere long, they came to words —
What else could be expected?
Till E made D, J, C and T
Now, through it all, the Consonants
Were rudest and uncouthest,
While all the pretty Vowel girls
Were certainly the smoothest.
And simple U kept far from Q,
With face demure and moral,
“Because,” she said, “we are, we two,
So apt to start a quarrel!”
But spiteful P said, “Pooh for U!”
(Which made her feel quite bitter),
And calling O, L, E to help,
He really tried to hit her.
Cried A, “Now E and C, come here!
If both will aid a minute,
Good P will join in making peace,
Or else the mischief’s in it.”
And smiling E, the ready sprite,
Said, “Yes, and count me double.”
This done, sweet peace shone o’er the scene,
And gone was all the trouble!
Meanwhile, when U and P made up,
The Cons’nants looked about them,
And kissed the Vowels, for, you see
They could n’t do without them.
-Mary Mapes Dodge