A, My Name Is Alice

Last night I couldn’t fall asleep Despite my kind of counting sheep, Reciting ditties in my head While toss and turning in my bed. One tune goes through the alphabet. If you’re from Brooklyn, I would bet You know it too – you might recall You’d chant it to a bouncing ball. It starts off “A, my name is blank” And in that space your mind would crank A female name that starts with A And in the next line, you would say: “And my husband’s name is Al” (Or Andrew, Austin or his pal). “We come from Alabama” or Another A place – there are more. The final line is what we sell Like “apples” – does this ring a bell? Then you repeat with B and C And all the letters up to Z. I wish this worked, but it did not. I gave it everything I’ve got But knowing all that was at stake, I finished, but was still awake!