For some strange reason, hymns are stuck in my head these days. While enjoying my piping hot cupajoe this a.m., my brain shot this out, to the tune "Battle Hymn of the Republic", by Julia Howe*.
If you can't sing this with gusto, you don't have enough coffee in ya. Drink up!
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the brewing of the pot.
My nose has smelled the scent of java recently brewed hot.
My cup has overflowed with the steaming, yummy lot.
The truth is I'm in love.
Glory, glory, roasted coffee bean
Glory, glory, roasted coffee bean
Glory, glory, roasted coffee bean
Your goodness marches on.
From the hills of California to the Florida state line.
This country's full of people who prefer their beans to grind.
Creamer plus two sugars will make my cup most divine.
The truth is I am hooked.
Glory, glory, java junkies
Glory, glory, java junkies
Glory, glory, java junkies
Thank goodness coffee's no crime.
In the morning when we rise to dessert after dark.
From golden beaches on the shores to New York's Central Park.
Regardless of your politics, for this we can all hark:
Coffee rules my world!
Slurping, slurping, javalujah.
Slurping, slurping, javalujah.
Slurping, slurping, javalujah.
I'm glad God made the bean!!!
*My apologies, fair lady, that this rendition is, no doubt, making you turn over in your grave.
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