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A Round Robin from His Humble and Devoted Servants the Alphabet
The Lord forgive if we transgress / Thus to familiarly address / One of our betters. / But, Jamie, do you no recall / The slate whereon you learned to scrawl / Your Humble Letters?
Well we remember how you drew / Our shapely features all askew, / Unflattering really. / You made A lame and B too fat. / And C too curly -- what of that! / We loved you dearly.
From that first day we owned your spell. / And just because you used us well / We served you blindly. / Why, even when you put us through / A fearsome Scottish reel, we knew / You meant it kindly.
Jamie, 'tis said Grand Tales there be / Still biding in the A B C -- / If this be true, / Quick, Jamie! Cast your golden net. / Maybe we have the grandest yet / In store for you.