I'm a Little Teapot Nursery Rhyme

I'm a little teapot, short and stout, Here is my handle, here is my spout. When I get all steamed up, hear me shout, Tip me over and pour me out! But wait! Today's not a day for tea alone, A grand tea party's about to be known. Flora the flamingo, with feathers so bright, Fluttered in first, a delightful sight. "Tea for one, please," she squawked with a grin, "With a sprinkle of sugar to make my day begin!" Henry the hedgehog, with a prickly brown coat, Huffed and he puffed, then settled by the moat (A moat made of blankets, safe and so deep, For hedgehogs don't swim, as some folks might weep). "Chamomile, please," Henry mumbled quite low, "To soothe my tired paws, after a long day, you know." Beatrice the beetle, with shiny black shell, Came rolling along, ringing a cheerful bell. "A spot of Earl Grey, strong and bold," She declared with a chirp, a story untold. The teapot, he puffed, a happy sigh, Filling each cup, reaching way up high. Flora sipped slowly, with a graceful extend, Henry's frown softened, his worries would mend. Beatrice, with a buzz, took a delicate taste, The tea party symphony, a moment not to waste. Laughter and chatter filled the sunny nook, Friendship brewed strong, in every sip they took. So, the little teapot, though simple and plain, Brought joy to his friends, easing every strain. For tea parties are more than just cups and a spout, They're about gathering close, and love being poured out.