With a whistle and a shout,
The teapot is calling.
Put your anxieties at rest,
Pour natures gift from the spout.
Relax and share with a friend,
The teapot is calling.
Life can wait its beckoning,
Thirsty for the steamy blend.
Life can be so appalling,
Selah- the teapot is calling.
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