Oh, by the way, a ballad about tea I wrote recently is relevant. Placed on the table in a fit of anger, The glass of tea spilled! It held the lemon and ice so well, But didn't get the sugar! :-).
The sugar lies sadly: If only it were sand! Then everyone would be glad To sprinkle some on the lemon!
And gentle drops all around, Sympathizing with him: We'll get to you soon And we won't let him!!!
The object appeared for breakfast, The tea was suddenly unsweetened! And the table suddenly became sticky, and the subject, Didn't understand what he was drinking!
Placed on the table in a fit of anger,
The glass of tea spilled!
It held the lemon and ice so well,
But didn't get the sugar! :-).
The sugar lies sadly:
If only it were sand!
Then everyone would be glad
To sprinkle some on the lemon!
And gentle drops all around,
Sympathizing with him:
We'll get to you soon
And we won't let him!!!
The object appeared for breakfast,
The tea was suddenly unsweetened!
And the table suddenly became sticky, and the subject,
Didn't understand what he was drinking!