TEATIME AT GRANDMA LYN'S
(with apologies to Joyce
I think that I shall
A sweeter time than taking tea.
Our nicest frocks we always wear,
And pretty ribbons in our hair.
We smile and wish each one good day,
And then we bow our heads to pray.
And when our hungry mouths are pressed
Against a muffin, Grandma's best,
And buttered with the silver knives,
We sip our tea, and share our lives.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But thank you, God, for making TEA.
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