I spy an 'a'...down at the far end of 'our sofa.'
Some spot a second at the bottom of 'the sea.'
One more (a third) makes an appearance in the middle of each 'day.'
(One marks the end of every 'era,' b'lieve you me.)
Three 'b's lie sleeping -- sleeping b(ee)s...? -- inside each 'baby's crib'...
and on my cousin’s rocking 'zebra,' too, a 'b.'
Somebody thrust -- of all the crust! -- a 'c' in front of Uncle's 'car'...
then added handfuls to Gran's 'chicken cacciatore.' (How bizarre!)
As for the 'c' inside Mum's 'ice,' claims Mum: "'Tis tea!"
Who needs a 'd'...? One's near the bottom of 'our garden.'
A silent 'e's tied to the tail-end of 'my kite.'
An 'f,' demure (though opportune, arriving just before high tea),
comes early in each 'afternoon' -- an ancillary point d'appui...
with neither cosy, cup nor spoon -- all too jejune, it seems to me...
(A giant 'G' lurks in the middle of the 'niGht').
An 'h' floats, freestyle, near the middle of 'my bathtub.'
There sits another, wa-a-a-ay up high -- top o' the 'heap.'
I spot one 'i' (not four, not five) 'bout halfway down our neighbor's 'drive.'
Und Ja! I've seen that 'J' in front of 'Junior's Jeep.'
Look for a 'k' down at the far end of 'the running track.'
Two 'l's -- lost...? -- linger at the far end of 'the hall.'
About those 'l's we've all heard tell lie at the bottom of 'the well'...?
Hell's bells! They're there! (An 'm' looms halfway 'cross 'the mall.')
Note well the 'n': one's at the bottom of 'the ocean.'
Next to the last of 'The Mohicans' stands an 'n.'
And lo! An 'o' sits in the middle of Aunt Violet's 'viola.'
Oops! I missed one 'n': there's one -- behind 'two men.'
How come a pair of 'p's appears inside 'my apple'...?
(One 'p's most prompt, arriving early ev'ry 'Spring.')
And yet, how queer to see a 'q', there in the middle of a 'marquee'...
though an 'r' to start a 'race' seems just the thing.
Some say, "There's 's's at the soul of every 'issue'..."
then shout about one special 's'...back of 'the bus.'
They warn us: "Never drop the 't' from the beginning of 'time'..."
and that a 'u's much like an 's': "Both part of 'us'!"
Then, in 'November' -- on the 3rd -- arrives a 'v.'
Who'll find the 'w' which sits at 'rainbow''s end...?
And, pray tell, who has been the someone hiding 'x's in 'Sox boxes'...?
(Let's assume -- for now! -- that someone is a friend.)
As for the 'y'...? It’s in the middle of my 'eye.'
(One more's midtown -- smack in the middle of 'New York.')
And, fin'lly, 'z's, so good with cheese, adorn the middle of my 'pizza.'
Time to get a life! Come, wife: a knife...a fork!!
Some spot a second at the bottom of 'the sea.'
One more (a third) makes an appearance in the middle of each 'day.'
(One marks the end of every 'era,' b'lieve you me.)
Three 'b's lie sleeping -- sleeping b(ee)s...? -- inside each 'baby's crib'...
and on my cousin’s rocking 'zebra,' too, a 'b.'
Somebody thrust -- of all the crust! -- a 'c' in front of Uncle's 'car'...
then added handfuls to Gran's 'chicken cacciatore.' (How bizarre!)
As for the 'c' inside Mum's 'ice,' claims Mum: "'Tis tea!"
Who needs a 'd'...? One's near the bottom of 'our garden.'
A silent 'e's tied to the tail-end of 'my kite.'
An 'f,' demure (though opportune, arriving just before high tea),
comes early in each 'afternoon' -- an ancillary point d'appui...
with neither cosy, cup nor spoon -- all too jejune, it seems to me...
(A giant 'G' lurks in the middle of the 'niGht').
An 'h' floats, freestyle, near the middle of 'my bathtub.'
There sits another, wa-a-a-ay up high -- top o' the 'heap.'
I spot one 'i' (not four, not five) 'bout halfway down our neighbor's 'drive.'
Und Ja! I've seen that 'J' in front of 'Junior's Jeep.'
Look for a 'k' down at the far end of 'the running track.'
Two 'l's -- lost...? -- linger at the far end of 'the hall.'
About those 'l's we've all heard tell lie at the bottom of 'the well'...?
Hell's bells! They're there! (An 'm' looms halfway 'cross 'the mall.')
Note well the 'n': one's at the bottom of 'the ocean.'
Next to the last of 'The Mohicans' stands an 'n.'
And lo! An 'o' sits in the middle of Aunt Violet's 'viola.'
Oops! I missed one 'n': there's one -- behind 'two men.'
How come a pair of 'p's appears inside 'my apple'...?
(One 'p's most prompt, arriving early ev'ry 'Spring.')
And yet, how queer to see a 'q', there in the middle of a 'marquee'...
though an 'r' to start a 'race' seems just the thing.
Some say, "There's 's's at the soul of every 'issue'..."
then shout about one special 's'...back of 'the bus.'
They warn us: "Never drop the 't' from the beginning of 'time'..."
and that a 'u's much like an 's': "Both part of 'us'!"
Then, in 'November' -- on the 3rd -- arrives a 'v.'
Who'll find the 'w' which sits at 'rainbow''s end...?
And, pray tell, who has been the someone hiding 'x's in 'Sox boxes'...?
(Let's assume -- for now! -- that someone is a friend.)
As for the 'y'...? It’s in the middle of my 'eye.'
(One more's midtown -- smack in the middle of 'New York.')
And, fin'lly, 'z's, so good with cheese, adorn the middle of my 'pizza.'
Time to get a life! Come, wife: a knife...a fork!!
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