I should enjoy, if I was let, Tea-parties nearly ev'ry day. It is the nicest kind of play— With dishes from the kitchen set, And all the cookies we can get, And tea that's made the cambric way. I usurally like to stay Until the food has all been et. And then, although I'm really glad To leave, it's more polite, you know, To say: My dear, it makes me sad, But I must call my dolls and go." (I'm glad my manners are n't as bad As those of other girls I know!) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |