tis the tale of a tiny tea party, of the Mad Hatter variety,
deep in a glen, not far from the Mango Studio a structure was born, with delicate roof shingles the color of the deep rich soil
it provided the perfect place for tiny folk to settle in....brass candle sticks, a tiny beer stein... perfect for a tiny nosegay of rose buds and ferny flowers
the brass teapot simmered, the stoneware tea mug ready...for a delicate rosebud drink
not far from this idyllic glen Melly watched....where is that bothersome little Olive? she wondered, but happy all the same that she had this spot of shade to herself
if ever you wander low and spot the roof of a lovely little abode, look closely for you may see, nestled beneath, the evidence of a tiny tea party
we raise our tiny tea cup high...and say Happy UNBirthday!! to that Ms Fanciful who entices us to partake of Mad Hatter tea parties and inspires.... deLIGHT
