Tea With Honey Please

(Southern hospitality with a twist of lemon and a rope) Who dares to serve me tea with lemon?! On my own plantation born in heaven Flowing in the land of milk and honey Did I not say please....I'm sure I did But now comes the first meal of the day spoiled With a biter taste of lemon in place of honey What kind of monster does such things? What kind of creature did we hire? It is time for them to expire Someone must swing on the ancient tree Under the golden sun and canopy of love To their biter end they must remember Tea needs honey for the sake of all humanity Here in the South we pride ourselves on love Southern hospitality brings tranquility and joy Bring me my whips and guns for SOMEONE He, she or it must be punished oh so quickly Perhaps the word eradicate is more correct For such an austere occasion on the plantation Bring me a rope, a tree, a coward, a culprit That they might dangle for their crime Wrath is a wondrous thing...don't you think? Enlightenment arrives in an instant with a lynching Who dares to come between me and mine?! For this outrage someone must die It's an atrocity, a sin against all things me How does one make a day perfect? Surely not with lemon on the tray A tea with honey and a hanging What could be sweeter in Spring Some one swinging in the sour breeze Blossoms white turn into hours sweet Tea needs honey to be right, served with toast Crunchy on both sides with a smiley face Carved out of crust before we get to lunch Before we bury justice in the dust Is it too much to ask for orange juice too Without seeds and void of pulp please! Freshly squeezed for breakfast pleasure One execution per day is so delightful Lemon flowers are so pretty and serene In fact intoxicating as we watch the hired help Dangling between the lovely blossoming A hard days work for honest wages Is what it is all about here in the South