Yonder lies the Y

Why a Y?  the yak might ask. 

Do you need to go to Yuma or the Yukon? 

Once I was a Yankee in Yugoslavia, I replied.

Do you celebrate the Yuletide with a lovely Yorkshire pudding?

Did a yeoman bring your Yule log from a lowly Yew tree cutting?

Did the new year make you yawn

Or yell, yikes! Where’s the time gone?

Did you yodel in your youth

Or yelp and yowl much when attempting yoga?

Did you ever yearn to be a yuppie?                             
Or a Yevgeni Yevtushenko?

Yield! cried the yak.

Cease and desist the yakety yak!

Like Yeats, I could not do without it.

I certainly couldn't yabber in New Zealand,

Nor yearn for Yiddish in New York,

nor yammer on about the yahoos and the yokels anywhere.

So I vote yea! Without a Y, I could not dare to be a yak!