Tea at Grandma's
When I go to my Grandma's house, she plays I'm
company,
And takes my wraps with such an air and says:
"You'll stay to tea?"
She gets out her best silver, then-great-Grandma
Winslow's plate-
And all her pretty china, and we eat in grandest
state.
But when I'm done, although she's made for me
all that to-do,
She says: "There childie, run along, so Big Dark
won't catch you."
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