Classic Poem

I went visiting Miss Melinda,
Miss Melinda Brown.
She has a cottage out in the country;
I live here in town.

“Guess what I've got for your dinner, dearie,”
Miss Melinda said.
“Strawberry jam,” for my nose had guessed it!
“Strawberry jam and bread.”

Strawberry jam in the corner cupboard,
On the middle shelf.
She let me stand on a chair and tiptoe,
Get it down myself.

Somehow, visiting Miss Melinda,
Time goes by on wings.
“What do you do all alone,” I asked her.
“I make jam and things.”

When it was time to go home I kissed her.
“Thanks for the lovely day!”
“Thank you for coming,” said Miss Melinda,
“Come again right away!”