Certainly we each start the day
Uniquely on our own way
Pushing us out through the grey
Others have coffee or a smoke
For me I find that just a joke
Through despair and drama, war and worry
Encouraging us throughout history
Always you’ll find a cup of tea
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Well I suppose... particularly if your viewpoint is of colonisation