Teatime Tim

It’s past six o’clock and we’re ready for tea

But nobody’s jumping the gun

We’re all pretty starving, especially me,

But the guest we expect hasn’t come.

He’s never invited, but that’s quite alright,

He always turns up just the same

And we can’t start without him, it wouldn’t be right,

To be eating when Teatime Tim came.

He knows when we’re setting the table, it’s true

And he knocks on the door without fail.

And he doesn’t mind if it’s dumplings and stew,

Or a cheese sandwich washed down with ale.

But today he’s not here; we don’t know what to do,

Well we don’t want to wait till it’s late,

But what if he comes when we’ve got halfway through,

And there’s just a few scraps on the plate?

I used to wish he would call round after lunch,

Just occasionally, or on a whim,

But now Teatime Tim is not here – here’s the crunch;

Teatime’s just not the same without Tim.

We’ll be washing the dishes before we’ve begun

If we wait too much more for our tea.

Oh, Teatime Tim, Teatime Tim why don’t you come?

There’s the doorbell – now who could that be?