Says A, give me a good large slice, Says B, a little

bit, but nice,
    Says C, cut me a piece of crust, Take

it, says D, it's dry as dust,
    Says E, I'll eat it fast,

I will, Says F, I vow I'll have my fill,
    Says G, give

it me good and great, Says H, a little bit I hate,
    Says

I, it's ice I must request, Says J, the juice I love the

best,
    Says K, let's keep it up above, Says L, the

border's what I love,
    Says M, it makes your teeth to

chatter, N said, it's nice, there's nought the matter,
   

O others' plates with grief surveyed, P for a large piece

begged and prayed,
    Q quarrelled for the topmost slice,

R rubbed his hands and said "it's nice,"
    S silent sat,

and simply looked, T thought, and said, it's nicely

cooked,
    U understood the fruit was cherry, V vanished

when they all got merry,
    W wished there'd been a quince

in, X here explained he'd need convincing,
    Y said, I'll

eat, and yield to none, Z, like a zany, said he'd done,
   

While ampersand purloined the dish, And for another pie did

wish.