The Perfect Cup of Tea


When I need a merry moment
just a tad of jubilee
I can rely on harmony magic
It's the perfect cup of tea.

It lifts me to a plane that's higher
where rejoicing is the norm.
My feet want to go dancing
across the stages of the world.

Harps and banjos lift my spirit
to a realm not known before
Strings of joy that entertain me
take me close to heaven's door.

In its' boundary I find solace
when I'm tired and all alone.
I thank my faithful escort,
Mother of dance, sister of song.

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