Polly Put The Kettle On

Polly Put The Kettle On

Polly put the kettle on, Polly put the kettle on, Polly put the kettle on, we'll all have tea for fun! The fire crackled, flames danced so bright, Filling the room with a warm, gentle light. Polly hummed softly, a sweet, happy tune, As the kettle grew hot, whistling a cheerful croon. Sukey peeked in, her eyes filled with glee, "Can I help you set the table, with biscuits and honey?" Polly smiled kindly, "Of course, my dear friend, Together we'll make this tea party transcend!" Cups and saucers clinked on the tray, A plate piled high with scones, ready for play. Jam swirled in a jar, a sweet, sticky delight, Butter pats glistened, a creamy white sight. The whistle on the kettle announced with a shriek, "Tea time is here! Come, gather around, let's speak!" Grandfather William settled in his chair, Sharing stories of adventures, with a twinkle to spare. Little Tommy bounced, a sugar rush brewing, Grandma whispered secrets, softly renewing. Laughter filled the air, warm and alive, A simple tea party, where hearts truly thrive. Bellies full, smiles wide and bright, The warmth of the fire chased away the fading light. "Thank you, Polly," Sukey said with a sigh, "For the best tea party, beneath the evening sky!"