Coffee, coffee, wonderful stuff!
I’d drink it even if there was a fluff
Of cat fur in my cup—
I’d probably still would drink it up.
Even if it’s cooled and black as sin
It’s still good as the can it came in.
Coffee keeps me warm and centered
Even if the room I’ve entered
Is full of angst and kerfuffle—
Coffee shoos away any ruffle
That tries to mar my day with sturm and drang;
If it’s hot and black I say ‘well, dang!’
I can drink my coffee in a mug
And sit there feeling so smug
That I just ate that last hot waffle—
How selfish! How awful!
Ah, well, just let me drink my morning joe
And there will be trouble no mo’!