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
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