One For Each Person, And One For The Pot

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