The clock strikes twelve in this land far away
Tea-pot is sounding its monotone tune
As we frolic to the table to-day
The cushion-like chairs provide needed room
All are now seated; the party begins
Butler serves tarts as we chat merrily
"One lump or two, in your tea, my dear friends?"
Random replies of "Yea Verily"
Once we are done, we return to our larks
Our thirsts now quenched with the lingering tea
Beset behind us are no rude remarks
For kindness and truth, the drink lets us see
We leave our place in a time that's unknown
But only to you, this place have I shown