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.

[Illustration: A]

_A is for Adams_

So A is for Adams, Oh! fortunate A
Luck certainly seems to be coming your way.
In the Days of my Infancy, A I recall
Stood for Ant or for Apple or anything small.
Now A stands for Adams, Maude Adams, Hurray!
I always _said_ A would be Famous some day.

[Illustration: B]

_B stands for the Boys_

B's for the Boys, all as Busy as Bees
They are building a Little House under the Trees
With funny red walls and mossy green roof
Where Wendy may live from danger aloof.

[Illustration: C]

_C is the Crocodile_

C is the Crocodile Creepy who ate
The right hand of Hook and covets its mate
He makes a loud ticking wherever he goes
For he swallowed a Clock (To kill time I suppose).

[Illustration: D]

_D is for DoodleDoo_

D is the Dire and Dread DoodleDoo
With which Peter Daunted the Pirate crew,
And demolished a foolish old Proverb for good
By crowing before he was out of the wood.

[Illustration: E]

_E is the Exit_

E is the Exit the three children made
With Peter and Tinker for guides, Who's afraid?
They sailed through the window as calm as could be
Like three little Cherubim out for a Spree.

[Illustration: F]

_F is the Fight_

F is the Fight, Peter Fought unafraid
And F is his Falchion (Poetic for Blade)
And F's the Fine Feeling all Fearless Boys Feel
When they give a Fierce Pirate a taste of Cold Steel.

[Illustration: G]

_G is Old Glory_

G is Old Glory--that Peter upreared,
When Hook in the Crocodile's smile disappeared,
And the Decks were still wet with the terrible stains
Of _Invisible Gore_ from the Pirate's veins.

[Illustration: H]

_H stands for Hook_

I'm sorry for H, tho' I don't call Hook mean
For wanting to Blow Up his own Magazine.
I've known a Good Author blow up, in a Huff,
A Magazine just for not printing his Stuff.

[Illustration: I]

_I's for the Indian Girl_

Peter Pan was too coy for the Indian Mis