A rush of wind
A storm in brew
The marching man
Comes into view
A brow that’s strained
His voice in speed
Rapidly sighting
‘There’s no more tea!’

There’s no more tea?
Is it really so
Has the cup ran dry
The pot lost its flow
Perforated bags
Tell me, is it true
Have we used the last 
Of our Typhoo

Quick! Summon the guards
Stop your mopping
Lift up the pace
The chariots of shopping
Like warriors march
In haste to store
Grab fast the satchels
Of beverages galore

Ahh! The steam
May rise again
That flavoured water 
With sweet sugar cane
Captured leaves 
Crushed to a pile
To satisfy the want
Of a tea thirsty smile

But wait, oh no
It seems it’s fake
The cupboards got teabags 
To flood a lake!
Alas it seems, 
And tell if not
The wrongful panic
Was the tea lovers plot

Well, what’s done is done
Relax and share
Fill up the cup
Grin and bear
Let’s all be merry
Let bygones be
Ahh the wonder
Of a nice cup of tea.