I had a little tea party, one afternoon at three.
It was small - three guests in all: just I, myself and me.
Myself ate all the cookies, while I drank up the tea.
It was also I that ate the pie, and passed the cake to me.
(This is a little poem that Papa J - one of the relatives Henry is named for - used to recite to make us giggle. He learned it as an elocution exercise like in the 1930's or something - right, Pops?)