McPherson, McGregor, McTavish and me
All went out for a wee cup o’ tea.
McPherson took sugar, just one lump I see,
McGregor took two lumps, McTavish took three.
I settled for lemon, no sugar for me,
I don’t like those sweets inside of my tea.
Categories:
mctavish, ireland,
Form: Rhyme