TEA TIME

The tea bell rings with a merry sound And tea is ready at last; Down from the hall, where we played at cars, We come on the Very-Fast. There are the muffins we hoped would be And the plates of honey and cheese. We may have milk in our little blue jugs As much as ever we please. Oh, we were hungry up in the hall, Hungry as children can be; Often we called from the stairs to ask: “When is it time for tea?” The candles shine with a yellow light And our shadows are big on the wall; Out in the dark the wind rides past With a “Happy good-night!” to all.