A Teabag's Life

Was kept in a box with friends of mine Now I'm fearing that it's the end of the line Transported to a cup or perhaps a mug Time to give my friends one final hug Some friends might join me in a pot Wherever I finish it's certain to be hot I'm joined by a new friend it's creamy white His name was milk asked if I was alright You are probably thinking who I maybe The answer is simple I make your tea For I am a teabag so perfectly square Full of holes too should you want to care