It is a Party, do you know,
And there they sit, all in a row,
Waiting till the others come,
To begin to have some fun.
Hark! the bell rings sharp and clear,
Other little friends appear;
And no longer all alone
They begin to feel at home.
To them a little hard is Fate,
Yet better early than too late;
Fancy getting there forlorn,
With the tea and cake all gone.
Wonder what they'll have for tea;
Hope the jam is strawberry.
Wonder what the dance and game;
Feel so very glad they came.
Very Happy may you be,
May you much enjoy your tea.