A Good Cup O’ Coffee

You may talk of your clarets, your ales and your wines,

     Your champagnes the table adorning;

You may sing of your beer, but I tell you right here

     Give me a good cup o’ coffee in the morning!

The fizz of the fountain I yearn not to hear,

     The sherbet or college I ever am scorning;

But the sound I prefer is the teakettle’s purr,

     And a cup o’ coffee in the morning.

O, sing of the nectars of faraway isles,

     Of dews on the grasses at dawning;

But I’d pass them all by without murmer or sigh,

     For a cup o’ good coffee in the morning!

You may talk of the thrill of the twenty-year old,

     Of the color of the wine cup adorning;

But I sing with the will of the genuine thrill

     Of a cup o’ good coffee in the morning!

                                 July 7, ‘10

                                 Monday July 12,

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