For too many years I failed to see
The wonders of the World of Tea,
Green or chai, black or white,
I never knew the comfort of a cuppa at night.
But Fifi, she knew,
That the cure to being blue,
Is a steaming hot cup,
For a chatter and a sup.
So all hail to thee, the Queen of Tea
(To you and me, that's Mademoiselle Fi!)
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