(To the tune of Stephen Foster’s “Beautiful Dreamer”)
Beautiful creamer, pour in my cup.
I need lots of coffee to really wake up.
Sounds of the rude world are heard in the street;
There’s ache in my head and pain in my feet.
So pour, old friend creamer, queen of my song,
But not all that much cream; I like it strong!
This morning you’re used, as you should be, for cream,
But later today – well, I have a dream.
After you’re empty I’ll fill you with beer.
Bright future for you: a whole new career!
