They served tea in the sandpile, together with

Mudpies baked on the sidewalk.

After tea

The youngest said that he had had a good dinner,

The oldest dressed for a dance,

And they sallied forth together with watering pots

To moisten a rusted fire truck on account of it

Might rain.

I watched from my study,

Thought of my part in these contributions to world

Gaiety, and resolved

That the very least acknowledgment I could make

Would be to join them;

so we

All took our watering pots (filled with pies)

And poured tea on our dog. Then I kissed the children

And told them that when they grew up we would have

Real tea parties.

“That did be fun!” the youngest shouted, and ate pies

With wild surmise.