Round the rough and rugged rock the ragged rascal rudely ran. All I want is a proper cup of coffee, Made in a proper copper coffee pot I may be off my dot But I want a cup of coffee From a proper coffee pot. Tin coffee pots and iron coffee pots They’re no use to me - If I can’t have a proper cup of coffee In a proper copper coffee pot I’ll have a cup of tea. Amidst the mists and coldest frosts, With stoutest wrists and loudest boasts, He thrusts his fists against the posts, And still insists he sees the ghosts. Two tiny timid toads trying to trot to Tarrytown. Nine nimble noblemen nibbling nuts. Quizzical quiz, kiss me quick. Imagine an imaginary menagerie manager managing an imaginary menagerie. What a to do to die today At a minute or two to two A thing distinctly hard to say And harder still to do. For they’ll beat a tattoo at twenty to two A rat-tat-tat-Tat-tat-tat-Tat-tat-tat-too And the dragon will come when he hears the drum, At a minute or two to two today At a minute or two to two. Eve eating eagerly elegant Easter eggs. Ingenious iguanas improvising an intricate impromptu on impossibly-impractical instruments. Compiled by Dennis Agaba
