Why must ye fall upon the floor?
A's and B's and X and Z,
What is wrong with thee?
P's and Q's and R and T,
There is nothing more on the floor,
Than dust and dirt and a little bit more!
Again, I plead, D's and C's, what makes thee flee?
Doest thou Frig shinny surface glow, and make thee so?
Please, again, do not go!
Stay upon thine...Refrigerator!