Our Language Key


A E I O U Y





We are small, and we are few,

But we're wondrous mighty, too,--

For no word can language wear,

Save in it we hold a share.

One of us in May is met,--

One is caught in every net;

One is in the clambering vine,

One, in Moon, must ever shine;

One's in you,--and all so shy,

The last is hiding in your eye.



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