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,
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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.
U
I live in the urn, but not in the vase,
I always can run, but I never can race.
I tumble and jump, but I can't hop nor skip;
I hide in your mouth, but I ne'er touch your lip.
T
I'm doubled up in a patty-pan,
Yet I never saw a pie;
I hide in the boy's first pair of boots,
Nor pass his mittens by.
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S
I am always in sadness, yet never know grief;
Then, too, I'm in gladness, which gives me relief.
I know not the ocean, but swim in the sea,
And the stars and the sunshine were not, but for me.
R
I live at both ends of a river,
My home is the center of art;
I am found in both arrows and quiver
Yet I quietly rest in your heart.
Q
I lead the queen, yet never walk
Without you (u) at my heels;
I laugh at every question queer,
And joy in piggy's squeals.
P
I perch on every pepper-pod,
I peer in every place;
I prance with every palfrey gay,
Yet never run nor race.
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O
Listen, children, and you'll hear me in the cooing of the dove;
In the lowing of the kine and the crowing of the cocks;
I am in your joy and sorrow, and I come to you in love,
And you will find me safely hidden in the middle of your box.
N
I live in the moon, yet I visit the sun,
I've twice blest the noon, and I've twice kissed the nun;
I was in the beginning, yes, double and treble,
And wherever's an end I am alway
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