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A TO Z : SCHOOL RHYME 5

A for Apple, B for Banana,
Everyday, some fruit is kept for Mama. 
C for Cat, D for Doll,
Pets, dolls or puppets, Mama plays with all.
E for Egg, F for fish,
Mama loves fruit, milk, but chocolate is nice.
G for Goat, H for Hen,
Mama hates their eaters - the sinful men.
I for Iris, J for Jasmine,
Mama cares for all flowers in the garden. 
K for Kashmir, L for London,
But at home, Mama feels all beauty and fun.
M for Mother, N for Nature,
Mama finds God in them and in her father.
O for Ocean, P for Pond,
Of playing in water, Mama is so fond.
Q for Queen, R for Ruler,
Mama will be none, But one like her mother. 
S for Student, T for Teacher,
Mama always comes first in learning and lore.
U for Unique, V for Virtue,
With her values, Mama can surprise you.
W for Work, X for X-ray,
One can create great thing, who works each day.
Y for Youth, Z for Zero,
Mama wants, for her country, to be a hero.
- N P SAMAL 

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