Mrs Tasket unwraps the basket she packed for tea birds in the vast nest / Shining silver, silken lace / And porcelain pots / And seeded cakes / Some things she borrows / Some things she bakes / Some things she asks for / Some things she takes / For tea birds in the vast nest / Good things will fall upon those who wait as Mrs Tasket will kindly state / For tea birds in the vast nest / On winding ladders up she takes her box of saucers, cups, and plates / Her set may chip but never break / Sheâs always early / Never late / For tea birds in the vast nest / Oh fortune smiles for ten aisles of four birds each in forty styles / In â40s styles / In different styles / When the day is done each wing she shakes / Giving all the birdies a heart felt thanks / Call it destiny or fate / Just make a place to celebrate for tea birds in the vastness