Z
I am always in a buzz,
Though I'm never in a fret,
But I'm ever with a zealot in his zeal;
I am in the zephyr-breath,
Yet with zest have often met
The zero mark that brings the ice-man weal.
Y
I've to do with the yoke, but not with the ox;
I help every priest in his prayer;
I am new every year, and in four months appear,
While I yield to the yeoman a share.
X
I live in a Lexicon,
I mark half a score;
I ride with a Mexican,
In Texas, for lore, [{339}]
W
I am in every wing, yet I'm not in a dove;
I wait in the swing to be tossed up above.
I live in the woods, and I perch on the wall;
I am in the wild waves, though I sail in a yawl.
V
I am mingled with your victuals, yet 'm never in your mouth;
I always lead the van and must forever stem the wave;
I grow in every gravel bed, East, West, or North, or South,
And although I'm with the living, you will find me in the grave.
