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THE tea! The tea! The beef, beef-tea!

The brew from gravy-beef for me!

Without a doubt, as I'll be bound,

The best for an invalid 'tis found;

It's better than gruel; with sago vies;

Or with the cradled babe's supplies.

I like beef-tea! I like beef-tea,

I'm satisfied, and aye shall be,

With the brew I love, and the brew I know,

And take it wheresoe'er I go.

If the price should rise, or meat be cheap,

No matter. I'll to beef-tea keep.

I love – oh, how I love to guide

The strong beef-tea to its place inside,

When round and round you stir the spoon

Or whistle thereon to cool it soon.

Because one knoweth – or ought to know,

That things get cool whereon you blow.

I never have drunk the dull souchong,

But I for my loved beef-tea did long,

And inly yearned for that bountiful zest,

Like a bird. As a child on that I messed —

And a mother it was and is to me,

For I was weaned on the beef – beef-tea!