Coffee, coffee, how I love thee,
Let me count the ways.
You start my mornings ever brightly
Despite the dismal days.
You give me strength to speak and smile
When I’d rather run away.
You turn monsters into people
In a cup or three a day
You fend off Armageddon
And keep it safe at bay.
But I thank you most of all
For the near impossible way
You help me cope with the masses
Whom otherwise I might flay.
