Come down to our teacup party. There's purple swirls on rocks and glazed moss covered trunks. The hanging arms of weeping willows drape themselves over our table. Where an aray of fine chipped pottery lies. Candy floss curtains are the grassy beds. And the throwns and armchairs are cover in shredded notes. Take a cup with your gloved hands and sip some of the dew drop remedies. More than enough persons are with us. Maybe not in single form. We invite you specially. For you are our guest. Now join us.