Blues for tea
Five sprinkles of D plucked low
One dash of F and shuffle five Gs below
Mix up the rhythm
Until you feel the precision
Then add the key
Delicate and free
Repeat to your taste
No note is a waste
Now feel the blues
A meal so sweet and true.
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