Tea
The open kitchen awaits me,
And I run with glee
Towards the open kettle-
Holding the boiling hot tea.
So I run very fast,
And I am there, at last
But my toes kick up to the pot,
It spills right out, and it’s very hot!
The day isn’t too jolly for me,
And I won’t have any tea.
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