Tea Time

I followed, With my great curiosity, A white, late fuzz ball, All the way to a gate, A gate of a garden. Within this garden, Were tables, Big and small, Long and short, All lined up in a row. With broken and new kettles, Teacups and plates. At the far end, Sat a man in a tall, battered hat, Beckoning me to a sip of tea, With his friends, Who appeared to be a hare and a rat!