When I'm in the mood
For something that will soothe, or stimulate
It's you that I depend on
The brew that I can count on
To be simply great
I'm not a keats or shelly
Whose praise such prowess showed
Still, I'd like to offer to you
This humble ode
Chamomile Tea, you what does it for me
I drink you all the time
I'd lose my grip, if I couldn't sip
Your pure ambrosia so fine
Coke's okay, so is Beaujolais
Mint Julips I wouldn't decline
I agree there were thrills in two or three bushmills
But nothing can quench like you o'tea of mine!
Chamomile Tea, you're the tea that I'll keep
I'll serve you cold or hot
You guarantee, every time that you steep
Potable bliss in each pot
Ginger beer, I might quaff once a year
And Pimms my pals prescribe
I enjoy the power of a Pisco Sour
But it isn't as it is when you I imbibe!
Chamomile Tea, you elixir of the gods
You are divinely mixed
'Cause as for me, when my world is at odds
I come to you to get fixed
Pre or Post, you're the prandial for me
The potion the nectar ideal
Pernot won't suffice, nor would Duzo on ice
They no substitute for the way you make me feel
Chamomile Tea, my Felicity
You're the only tea for me
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Chamomile Tea, you elixir of the gods
You are divinely mixed
'Cause as for me, when my world is at odds
I come to you to get fixed
Pre or post, you're the prandial for me
The potion the nectar ideal
Pernot won't suffice, nor would Duzo on ice
They no substitute for the way they you make me feel
Chamomile Tea, my Felicity
You're the only tea for me!