Polly put the kettle on

But then she took it off again,

Her mother slapped her round the head

And told her to make tea, instead.

So Polly made her Mum some tea,

And slipped some herbs in, secretly.

Her Mum seems now, to be quite happy,

And less inclined to be so slappy!

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Owain Glyn