Out of the mother goose nursery rhymes book we read a poem called
a was an apple pie.
I wanted to know more about it so I did some googling and found out that the original name to the poem was read is this: the
tragical death of A, apple pye who was cut in pieces and eat by
twenty-five gentlemen with whom all little people ought to be very well
acquainted with.
A was an apple pie
B bit it
C cut it
D dealt it
E eats it
F fought for it
G got it
H had it
I inspected it
J jumped for 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
U upset it
V viewed it
W wanted it
X, Y and Z (and amperse-sand) all wished for and had a piece in hand.
NOTE: the italics were added in the version that I read, but were not in the version found on-line.
A was an apple pie
B bit it
C cut it
D dealt it
E eats it
F fought for it
G got it
H had it
I inspected it
J jumped for 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
U upset it
V viewed it
W wanted it
X, Y and Z (and amperse-sand) all wished for and had a piece in hand.
NOTE: the italics were added in the version that I read, but were not in the version found on-line.
Wikipedia gives more detail on this poem.
I just want to say how much the lad enjoyed listening to his poem and his reaction was just priceless.
I stopped reading.
He turned and extremely excitedly said... Mommy... that was a pie and all the letters ate it and put it into pieces and just like their names are!!!!! Mommy!!! Read it again!!!!
I will probably read it again, and possibly if he's up for it, get him to memorize it. :) Time will tell. :)