J. M. Barrie

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.