Says A, give me a good large slice, Says B, a little bit, but nice,
    Says C, cut me a piece of crust, Take it, says D, it's dry as dust,
    Says E, I'll eat it fast, I will, Says F, I vow I'll have my fill,
    Says G, give it me good and great, Says H, a little bit I hate,
    Says I, it's ice I must request, Says J, the juice I love the best,
    Says K, let's keep it up above, Says L, the border's what I love,
    Says M, it makes your teeth to chatter, N said, it's nice, there's nought the matter,
    O others' plates with grief surveyed, P for a large piece begged and prayed,
    Q quarrelled for the topmost slice, R rubbed his hands and said "it's nice,"
    S silent sat, and simply looked, T thought, and said, it's nicely cooked,
    U understood the fruit was cherry, V vanished when they all got merry,
    W wished there'd been a quince in, X here explained he'd need convincing,
    Y said, I'll eat, and yield to none, Z, like a zany, said he'd done,
    While ampersand purloined the dish, And for another pie did wish.