Lyrics
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.
Original Version
A was an Apple pie;
B bit it;
C cut it;
D dealt it;
E eat it;
F fought for it;
G got it;
H had it;
J joined it;
K kept it;
L longed for it;
M mourned for it;
N nodded at it;
O opened it;
P peeped in it;
Q quartered it;
R ran for it;
S stole it;
T took it;
V viewed it;
W wanted it;
X, Y, Z, and ampersand,
All wished for a piece in hand.