A Tea Party With and For Mr. Nup

More tea, sir, more tea, I hold out my cup

My last finger out, I slurp it, politely though

To the much annoyed stares of Mr. Nup

And I laugh, cawing like a crow

His eyes bulge; the lady next to him faints

My laughing couldn’t be the cause of that?

And I look and say “Oh, saints!”

Slithering around a big fat rat

I get out of my chair noisily and fast

And everyone turns to see this vermin

Though to see the next thing, I am last

The rat is on Ethel Merman!

Oh dear, what a tea party

But I did laugh very hearty.