Drip, drop, drip, drop
Coffee drops,
O how they fall;

It growls, it purrs
When each drop falls
Below to  black seas;

Steam! O steam!
Is it mad, is it upset
When coffee it makes?

It is hot, it is warm;
Carful little fingers,
They can burn!

Smell, sniff, inhale
The aroma it brings
To warm the senses.

It is done, it is ready!
O goody! Like Papa,
I of four have my own!