Brunch and Tea

And so the snail invited, me to brunch and tea, And I excepted joyfully, Oh what great fun this would be! I put on my pink party dress, and went skipping out the door, Then I felt the drip, drip, drop, then I felt it pore. There I stood in my party dress, soaked from head to toe, Wondering if it’s impolite to stay or to go. So I stood there in the puddle, slowing forming at my feet, Until I saw, the great bullfrog, coming up the street. What a dashing frog he made, in his red bow tie, So I waved and ran to him, just to tell him Hi. I told him I was on my way to have some brunch and tea, He asked if it was with a snail, cause he said so was he. So me in my pink dress and he in his red bow tie, We continued on our way, while rain fell from the sky. We finally made it to the brunch, and oh what a delight, Snail with his green top hat on, he was such a cute sight. Scones, cookies and muffins, and I won’t forget the hot tea, We all had such a good time, I think we can all agree. I thanked the snail for inviting me, oh what fun I had today, I was having so much fun, I wish that I could stay. But I could already feel, myself being pulled away, And waking up, I sat right up, to a brand new day. But still I sit and wonder about my friend the snail, And about our awesome brunch we had, and the tale I have to tell.