Chamomile Tea

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 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!