by Genevieve de Brabant
Nothing half so calming, soothing,
As a fragrant cup of tea!
Let the sugar be well stirr’d in,
Not a trace of cream for me.
Sipping here at ease, ’tis the drink to please,
After too much pie, that I can’t deny,
Ah! how good; how soothing, a good hot cup, a cup of tea!
Tea bloweth both hot and cold,
The quiet it stirreth up,
It tameth the pluck of the bold;
Hurrah! for the magic cup.
After pie, you see, nothing like Bo-hea!
After too much pie, that I can’t deny.
Ah! how good, and how soothing, a good hot cup of tea.