Of tropic sensations, the worst Is, @3sin duda@1, the tropical thirst. When it starts in your throat and constantly grows, Till you feel that it reaches down to your toes, When your mouth tastes like fur And your tongue turns to dust, There's but one thing to do, And do it you must, Drink @3teestay. Teestay@1, a drink with a history, A delicious, delectable mystery, "@3Cinco centavos el vaso, señor@1," If you take one, you will surely want more. @3Teestay, teestay@1, The national drink on a feast day; How it coolingly tickles, As downward it trickles, @3Teestay, teestay@1. And you wish, as you take it down at a quaff, That your neck was constructed à la giraffe. @3Teestay, teestay@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 24. AN OLD WOMAN LAMENTS IN SPRINGTIME by EDITH SITWELL THE WIND AND THE MOON by GEORGE MACDONALD ODE TO SILENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE GREEK AT CONSTANTINOPLE by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES |