(This manuscript changed a lot from beginning to end. For the original submission, I just sent the text, plus one illustration note to describe a possible wordless scene at the end. This manuscript was double-spaced. With verse, I used to double-space the verses. Now I mostly single-space the verses, and add the extra spaces between stanzas.)
One was named Abel,
He slept on the table.
One was named Bea,
She slept in the tree.
One was named Claire,
She slept in a chair.
One was named Dawn,
She slept on the lawn.
One was named Ed,
He slept in the shed.
One was named Flo,
She slept on the toe.
One was named Gretal,
She slept in the kettle.
One was named Hugh,
He slept in the flue.
One was named Ike,
He slept on a bike.
One was named Jill,
She slept on the sill.
One was named Kate,
She slept on the gate.
One was named Link,
He slept in the sink.
One was named Midge,
She slept on the fridge.
One was named Nell,
She slept in the well.
One was named Ollie,
He slept in the holly.
One was named Paul,
He slept in the hall.
One was named Quinn,
He slept in the bin.
One was named Rae,
She slept in the hay.
One was named Star,
She slept in the car.
One was named Toni,
She slept on the pony.
One was named Ugh,
He slept on the rug.
One was named Vi,
She slept in the sty.
One was named Wentz,
He slept on the fence.
One was named Xylo,
He slept on the silo.
One was named Yeller,
He slept in the cellar.
One was named Ziggy,
He slept on the piggy.
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.
She had twenty-six children and knew what to do.
She fed them all dinner, hot broth and fresh bread,
Then curled up herself in a soft feather bed.
(Possible final page--wordless. Old woman sitting startled and annoyed on the floor, shoved out of her soft feather bed by her twenty-six kids, the pony, and the piggy. "It'd hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed...":)