If I was a coffee bean,
Brown and small and clean and keen,
I would be The coffee bean
First one on the coffee scene.
If I boiled in searing heat,
I’d make sure that I’d boil sweet,
Be the first to get the seat,
Hot, hot one not on my feet.
If I was the very first drop,
To fall down to the emptiest pot,
Swim back up right to the very top,
Wait right there to open shop.
If I got in to the cup,
I’d wait there until you sup,
On your tongue I’d be a pup,
Hear you say “It’s coffee, yup.”
Slide down into your tummy,
Then up your brain that’s oh-so slummy,
Clean it up, I’d stay there gummy.
You’d no more feel like a mummy.