The shrill whistle of hot drink promised
Rings through the air
I take off toward my cheery kitchen
Without a single care
The tea, the tea! It beckons me!
Beckons me to come closer
I pour with honey and little milk
Sugar? I say no sir!
But then, oh dear, I have to shriek
For there is a face inside my tea!
A wicked, wicked, wicked face.
A nameless face that looks insane.
Distorted by the creamy brown
I stare into its eyes
It stares right back without falter
Oh, I'm hypnotized!
Its lips curl into a horrible face
Mine, they do the same
I cry for mother, father, God
For this is not a game!
The face swirls due to trembling hands
A face that harbors evil plans
I stab it once, twice, with my spoon
It disappears, and none too soon
Oh, I'm alone once again
I could not be more glad
But as I go to take a drink
I see the face is back!
I sob and cry and shake
Asking what it wants
But it looks startled just like me
Stupid thing's a dunce
And then, oh dear, right in my tea
I see the wicked thing is me!
A reflection this whole time
Had me worried for my life
I laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh
For I was very dumb
And I go to sit and drink my tea
Thanking God that this is done!