Steep Little Tea Pot
Steep little tea pot.
Where's your cups?
Mother's in her apron
heavin' hiccups.
Saucers on the table
serving up tea.
Cookies on their plate.
waitin' for me.
Napkins folded over.
Spoons on top.
Adding sugar cubes,
plop, plop, plop.
Time to sip your tea.
Lips to cup.
Come and grab the handle.
Up!, Up!, Up!
Thank you for the tea.
I'm quite full.
Now come and grab my finger
and... pull, pull, pull.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2014
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