J. M. Barrie

The Lord forgive if we transgress
Thus to familiarly address
One of our betters.
But, Jamie, do you no recall
The slate whereon you learned to scrawl
Your Humble Letters?

Well we remember how you drew
Our shapely features all askew,
Unflattering really.
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.