Mr. Penhaligan said to me.

Would you like to come to tea,

at my cottage by the sea?

Mr. Penhaligan said to me.

 

Mr. Penhaligan said to me.

I never eat bread and butter for tea.

Only scones and cake, you’ll see.

Mr. Penhaligan said to me.

 

Mr. Penhaligan said to me.

We could have a strawberry tea,

all sitting under my favorite tree.

Mr. Penhaligan said to me.

 

Mr. Penhaligan said to me.

Look what Amy’s made for tea.

Scones and crumpets and cake Dundee.

Mr. Penhaligan said to me.

 

Mr. Penhaligan said to me.

Look at the jellied raspberries.

Look at all the chocolate cookies.

Mr. Penhaligan said to me.

 

Mr. Penhaligan said to me.

It’s all set out under my tree.

Looking over the bright blue sea.

Mr. Penhaligan said to me.

 

Mr. Penhaligan said to me.

Shall I pour, or will your mummy

into those cups one, two, three?

Mr. Penhaligan said to me.

 

Mr. Penhaligan said to me

I’m as full as full can be.

Can you eat another cookie?

Mr. Penhaligan said to me.

 

No thank you sir, not for me.

There’s no more room in my tummy.

But many thanks for a wonderful tea.

You’re welcome boy, he said to me.

 

 

David Garlick, Victoria, 1988