• This tea part I host.
    Cares not for the whole thought.
    Just the individual reflection.
    Oh silly rabbit, do pass the tea.

    Can you believe the news?
    They wish me to pay more for my tea.
    This new king was supposed to bring change.
    But now he only wants to take more of my tea!

    It's all nice and fine for the caterpillars.
    The King, the caterpillars and their secrets bond!
    I knew they had been plotting together all along.
    Earning all that charcoal, for the death of my tea.

    The caterpillars were on their way out the door.
    Their hookahs had been broken and the oath they swore.
    They gave us the fuel for this day.
    They'll take back every word they say.