In kindergarten I learned a song:

A, B, C, D, E, F, G;
H, I, J, K, elemental P.

It was a long time before I learned that "elemental" was actually "L, M, N, O."

"Elemental P" raised exciting possibilities, even though I had no idea what an element was. When I did learn about elements, I looked forward to knowing that element P would be that delightful alkali metal, Potassium. But it was not to be; potassium was known as K, while boring lead got "Pb" without even having a "P" in its name! And P went to phosphorus, whose incendiary possibilities pale beside those of potassium.

The song continues:

Q, R, S, T, U, V, W;
..... (?)
Now I've learned my ABCs.

I can't remember the rest of the song; the rest of the alphabet doesn't fit in the tune. Clearly, no one really cares about X, Y, and Z.

Robert Fulghum was right. Everything I need to know, I learned in kindergarten:

By the time I learn the truth, it is too late.

Those who deserve recognition will not get it.

Expect disappointment.

Those who find their place at the end will be forgotten and overlooked.