Little People: An Alphabet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCC DDEE F FFGG HHII A JJKA JJLL M MMFF FJJJ N OOLL PPQQ R SSTT JJJJ J JJFF UUVV J NNWW QQFF J XXYY HHJJ Z GGZZ ZZFF F HHA2A2 JJB2B2 F ZZC2C2 D2D2FF J JJFF ZZE2F2 J ZZG2G2 H2H2JJ B2 B2B2LL ZZI2I2 J E2E2ZZ J2J2K2K2 Z ZZF2L2 GGLL J FFZZ ZZM2M2 N2 JJZZ O2O2ZZ J FFZZ P2P2J2J2 Z HHQ2Q2 JJZJ J JJZZ LLJJ J M2M2R2R2 ZZJJ J JJZZ FFS2S2| A for Arab | A |
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| This Arab is upset I fear | B |
| Look at his pretty shield and spear | B |
| He's stuck two pistols in his sash | C |
| And dear me how his eyes do flash | C |
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| At home he has a horse to ride | D |
| To scour the desert is his pride | D |
| His horse is of the purest breed | E |
| Some people call his horse a steed | E |
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| B for Boer | F |
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| Here is your little brother Boer | F |
| Of course you've heard of him before | F |
| He has a naughty Uncle Paul | G |
| Who used to want to eat us all | G |
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| Although he does not wear a tie | H |
| He's just as white as you or I | H |
| And just as fond of cake and fruit | I |
| The difference is that he can shoot | I |
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| C for Chinaboy | A |
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| Li has a pigtail and a fan | J |
| And yet he's not a Chinaman | J |
| In fact he is his mother's joy | K |
| A merry little Chinaboy | A |
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| His father is a Mandarin | J |
| His father's name is Loo Too Sin | J |
| They put no sugar in his tea | L |
| Yet he's as good as good can be | L |
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| D for Dutch | M |
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| Miss Gretchen Groople She is Dutch | M |
| In Holland there are many such | M |
| Her shoes are wooden like the floor | F |
| How nice she keeps her pinafore | F |
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| She says that there is nothing finer | F |
| Than the Dutch Queen Wilhelmina | J |
| She says that she has never seen a | J |
| Sweeter Queen than Wilhelmina | J |
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| E for English | N |
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| The English are a splendid race | O |
| Sturdy of limb honest of face | O |
| They own this is geography | L |
| Much of the land and all the sea | L |
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| That is to say they rule the waves | P |
| They never never will be slaves | P |
| They're brave but do not want to fight | Q |
| And if you're English you're all right | Q |
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| F for French | R |
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| The French can cook and fence and dance | S |
| They're fond of shouting Long live France | S |
| They make the prettiest hats and frocks | T |
| Also French pickles and French clocks | T |
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| They shave their poodles drink much wine | J |
| And laugh a great deal when they dine | J |
| French boys play soldiers now and then | J |
| And must be soldiers when they're men | J |
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| G for German | J |
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| Hans as you see to town has been | J |
| His waistcoat's red his sunshade green | J |
| He lives beside the river Iser | F |
| And calls his emperor the Kaiser | F |
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| In Germany no end of toys | U |
| Are made for English girls and boys | U |
| The English children merely break them | V |
| Hans sits at home and helps to make them | V |
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| H for Hungarian | J |
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| In Hungary they hunt and fish | N |
| Between ourselves I often wish | N |
| I lived there for it must be grand | W |
| I've heard the Blue Hungarian Band | W |
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| In Hungary a boy wears white | Q |
| Blouses his knickers fit him tight | Q |
| He has top boots of patent leather | F |
| And in his hat a peacock's feather | F |
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| I for Indian | J |
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| The Indian boy is neatly dressed | X |
| He has no shirt he wears a crest | X |
| Of eagle's feathers on his head | Y |
| His skin is of a coppery red | Y |
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| If you said to him You and I | H |
| Will run and catch a butterfly | H |
| The Indian boy would say No No | J |
| I wish to chase the buffalo | J |
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| J for Japanese | Z |
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| The little Japs are rather small | G |
| Even their fathers are not tall | G |
| They're very fond of parasols | Z |
| They dress themselves just like their dolls | Z |
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| They live beneath the sunniest skies | Z |
| Their hair is black to match their eyes | Z |
| Their robes are black to match their hair | F |
| And O what tiny shoes they wear | F |
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| K for Kaffir | F |
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| This Kaffir looks a trifle sly | H |
| He smiles and smiles I wonder why | H |
| Perhaps he's playing at a game | A2 |
| Or thinking of his long long name | A2 |
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| His name you know is Washington | J |
| Neb u chad nez zar Solomon | J |
| Sambo Snowball Timothy Jack | B2 |
| Adolphus Rule Britannia Black | B2 |
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| L for Laplander | F |
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| I think the Laplander is nice | Z |
| He lives among the snow and ice | Z |
| The reindeer drags his sledge for him | C2 |
| And gives him meat and milk to skim | C2 |
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| His spears are sharp they shine like steel | D2 |
| He hunts the walrus and the seal | D2 |
| Often when he has time to spare | F |
| He hunts the white or polar bear | F |
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| M for Mexican | J |
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| The plucky little Mexican | J |
| Rides on the pampas like a man | J |
| His horse may kick and plunge and rear | F |
| He does not feel the least bit queer | F |
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| If he should see an old grey goose | Z |
| Or a young turkey running loose | Z |
| You may be pretty certain that | E2 |
| He'd catch it with his lariat | F2 |
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| N for Neapolitan | J |
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| The Neapolitan is wise | Z |
| He plays the pipes for pence and buys | Z |
| Ice cream and candy every day | G2 |
| To help him on his weary way | G2 |
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| His tunes are chiefly of one note | H2 |
| He has a sheepskin for a coat | H2 |
| His water bottle's painted yellow | J |
| He is a handsome little fellow | J |
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| O for Odalisque | B2 |
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| O pretty little Odalisque | B2 |
| I know you want to dance and frisk | B2 |
| And play at hide and seek with me | L |
| And yet you know it cannot be | L |
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| Unless unless my dear you choose | Z |
| To put away those curious shoes | Z |
| Also your coat and cap and veil | I2 |
| They'd hang up nicely on a nail | I2 |
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| P for Persian | J |
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| The Persian has a funny hat | E2 |
| He often sits upon a mat | E2 |
| He hears the bulbul sing and roves | Z |
| Through rose gardens and lemon groves | Z |
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| Child if by any chance you meet | J2 |
| A little Persian in the street | J2 |
| Do not be rude and cry Yah yah | K2 |
| But ask him if he's seen the Shah | K2 |
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| Q for Quakeress | Z |
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| I like the little Quakeress | Z |
| She is so quaint I like her dress | Z |
| Her very very plain white bonnet | F2 |
| Her stuff gown with no trimming on it | L2 |
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| Her hands are pink and soft and small | G |
| They peep out from her dark green shawl | G |
| She lives on milk and bread and honey | L |
| She must be saving pots of money | L |
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| R for Russian | J |
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| Russia is noted for its tar | F |
| Its leather and its great white Czar | F |
| A Russian wears his clothes quite loose | Z |
| And drinks his tea with lemon juice | Z |
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| The Russian boys have chubby faces | Z |
| They play at marbles and run races | Z |
| The climate sometimes makes them cough | M2 |
| They've names like Shuffski and Poppoff | M2 |
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| S for Scotch | N2 |
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| The Scotch wear kilts both boys and men | J |
| When they don't know they dinna ken | J |
| They love the thistle we the rose | Z |
| They're fond of oatmeal kail and brose | Z |
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| In war the Scotch are very bold | O2 |
| Burns was a Scot who I am told | O2 |
| Wrote verses and ploughed fields by turns | Z |
| So every Scot is proud of Burns | Z |
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| T for Tyrolean | J |
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| The Tyrol has a splendid air | F |
| And mountains mountains everywhere | F |
| The mountains are all tops and sides | Z |
| You climb them best with ropes and guides | Z |
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| The Tyrolean's hat is smart | P2 |
| He yodels and is light of heart | P2 |
| His yodelling is very sweet | J2 |
| His stockings haven't any feet | J2 |
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| U for United States | Z |
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| The States are full of mush and pie | H |
| And houses twenty stories high | H |
| Saw mills and millionaires and bustle | Q2 |
| The people there have got to hustle | Q2 |
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| The business of the States is done | J |
| Ex clu sive ly by telephone | J |
| And that is why the people say | Z |
| I guess we're 'cute in U S A | J |
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| V for Valencian | J |
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| Valencia's a little town | J |
| In Spain It's dusty and baked brown | J |
| And full of dirt and mules and fleas | Z |
| And all around are orange trees | Z |
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| This well fed boy as you may see | L |
| Has been dressed very carefully | L |
| His garments show that he's a Don | J |
| He knows that he has got them on | J |
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| W for Welshman | J |
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| Taffy my boy I've heard with grief | M2 |
| That shocking tale about the beef | M2 |
| But Taffy between me and you | R2 |
| I really don't believe it's true | R2 |
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| I'm told that there are pretty vales | Z |
| And hills with sheep on them in Wales | Z |
| O Taffy Taffy don't be put on | J |
| You can't want beef while you've Welsh mutton | J |
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| Z for Zany | J |
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| A zany is a kind of clown | J |
| Who wanders idly up and down | J |
| And wags his head and shakes his bells | Z |
| And chortles at the tales he tells | Z |
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| He'll joke with you in sun or show'r | F |
| And keep you laughing by the hour | F |
| Some zanies are a trifle mad | S2 |
| Now we have finished and I'm glad | S2 |
Thomas William Hodgson Crosland
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