An Ordinary Day On the Plantation

Who dares to serve me tea with lemon?! On my own plantation born in heaven Flowing in the land of milk and honey For the good of all humanity... SOMEONE He, she, it or them must be punished Perhaps eradicated is the proper term Bring me a rope, a tree and a culprit That they might dangle in the wind Wrath is a wondrous thing...don't you think? Who dares to come between me and proper tea?! For this outrage someone must pay a penalty It's an atrocity, a crime, a sin against all things green How does one make a perfect day complete you ask? Preferably with a lemon tree and someone swinging from it The blossoms are so sweet...as my tea should be Tea with honey, served with toast, crunchy on both sides Orange juice, freshly squeezed and a smiley face is sweet It is what we call justice here in the south But now comes breakfast with a biter taste With someone swinging by the ancient porch Under the golden sun and canopy of love To their biter end Lemon flowers are so pretty and serene In fact intoxicating as we watch the hired help Dangling between the lovely branches A hard days work for honest wages Is what it is all about...here in the south