Ode To Coffee

Oh, what curseth wretch am thy, To ponder the flavor of one such as thee, Filleth my cup from the bean of my ancestors Coffee, Coffee, Coffee What sweet fragrance The majesty of angels Poureth me another From the potteth from which thee brews My life, my riches, my name What are they if not secondary To that which sustainith me Coffee, Coffee, Coffee If your out I guess I'll have tea. But I really prefer coffee. Coffee. Coffee Coffee.