You just smile at me,
You’re just on my knee,
Bring me coffee or tea,
Call me “pretty little bee”.
Whisper in my ear, lad,
You’re still my parent friend,
Throw me out of my bag,
Ask me “Are you dead?”
You just smile at me,
You’re just on my knee,
Bring me coffee or tea,
Call me “pretty little bee”.
Whisper in my ear, lad,
You’re still my parent friend,
Throw me out of my bag,
Ask me “Are you dead?”
The interesting thing is that many nations have assimilated the tea into their culture and adapted it to their customs and habits. Many extended it by typical ingredients of their familiar environment. Such as poison.