She called me in from my labour
As she smiled so soft and sweetly
I sat down at the table
Sandwiches and cake to greet me
Fetch a pack of tea
Is what she said to me
Take the kettle from the stove
When it is hot
Then one for each person and one for the pot

She set down our best china
Then a cheeky grin she gave me
There was nothing I found finer
Than sippin’ tea with this sweet lady
Then she held my hand
And said ain’t this grand
Just remember making tea
The rule is what?
One for each person and one for the pot
One for each person and one for the pot