(Verse) In a cup of coffee, There is more than beans and water. The sum of those ingredients Adds up to more than it oughta. (Verse) Though beans are good and smell so nice, And alone they are sufficient; When compared with water added in They’d seem to be deficient. (Verse) The magic of the combination Unbeknownst to either, Exists in some higher mystic form, Hidden in the ether. (Verse) Even though a cup of joe Is brief and not forever, The warmth imparted to my hands Makes it a satisfying endeavor. (Verse) If you were a coffee bean, And I were aqua pura, I’d jump right on that cosmic stove, And pour myself into ya. (Verse) Whether steeped, pressed, steamed or sugared, Or if it drips and leaves a ring; The way it comes out every time - I wouldn’t change a thing. (Verse) This poem could go on and on Reminiscent of a sermon, But I’ve got other things to do, Entschuldigung, während ich Deutsch lerne.
