A was just a baby
When his parents began to suspect,
That he would grow up starting things:
Fires, fights, the Alphabet.

B, as you can see,
Spends his free time on his back.
Practicing to be a mountain range.
Just please, don't call him fat.

C has a thing about ears:
"They have a most admirable shape!"
She longs to be dangling earrings,
Gently brushing the neck at its nape.

D lives in an apartment building
Up on the twenty-third floor.
But he's so wide, that on his side
He cannot fit through the door.

E's aspirations as a child
Were lofty and extreme.
For she wished to be, above all else,
A crocodile queen.

F is from a broken home,
But please don't waste your pity.
He's the one who wields the ax
That made mincemeat of his kitty.

G would like a mustache,
Atop his upper lip.
Wouldn't it be dashing
If it grew in black and thick?

H has many great ideas,
But no one seems to care.
To remedy this situation
He glued a light bulb to his hair.

I thinks your hair is pretty
All tied up with bows.
I wouldn't take her word for it.
She hasn't any nose.

K wishes cake was on the menu
For breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
But as it is, one slice at bed,
Keeps his figure thinner.

R can't find her left pink shoe.
The right one isn't talking.
She took them off for bed one night,
And Leftie started walking.

W once went swimming
Coast to coast; Sea to sea.
Never to be seen again,
Except, of course, by me.

Z would like to be a mailbox
Eating all the letters.
For if they aren't sent to him,
He thinks you oughtn't get yours.

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