Poem by Carolyn Wells

Our Club

We're going to have the mostest fun!
  It's going to be a club;
And no one can belong to it
  But Dot and me and Bub.

We thought we'd have a Reading Club,
  But couldn't 'cause, you see,
Not one of us knows how to read--
  Not Dot nor Bub nor me.

And then we said a Sewing Club,
  But thought we'd better not;
'Cause none of us knows how to sew--
  Not me nor Bub nor Dot.

And so it's just a Playing Club,
  We play till time for tea;
And, oh, we have the bestest times!
  Just Dot and Bub and me.

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3. A Tragic Tale of Tea
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