Tt Uu Vv
Three children sliding on the ice,
Upon a summer's day;
As it fell out they all fell in:
The rest they ran away.
Uphill spare me,
Downhill 'ware me,
On level ground spare me not,
And in the stable forget me not.
Valentine
The rose is red; the Violet's blue
The pink is sweet; & so are you.
Ww Xx Yy Zz
“We'll go a-shooting,” says Robin to Bobbin;
“We'll go a-shooting,” says Richard to John.
“We'll go a-shooting,” says John all alone;
“We'll go a-shooting,” says every one.