A cup of tea
Yorkshire tea, aye
Will become a soup
If left to lie
If left to lie
Cool down, stagnate
No more my thirst
Shall it slake
On the balcony
It was left to lie
Whilst between jobs
Did I
Go to an fro
As a bee
And forget about
My cup of tea
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