TO MY BEEF TEA.
When the doctor’s stern decree Rings the knell of liberty, And dismisses from my sight All the dishes that delight ; When my temperature is high, When to pastry and to pie Duty bids me say farewell, Then I hail thy fragrant smell! When the doctor shakes his bead, Banning wine, or white or red. And at all my well-loved joints Disapproving finger points ; When my poultry, too, he stops, Then, reduced to taking slops, J, for solace and relief, Fly to thee, O Tea of Beef! But, if simple truth I tell, I can brook thee none too well • Thy delights, O Bovine Tea, ’ Have no special charms for me I Though thou comest piping hot, Ob. believe, I love thee not 1 Weary of thy gentle reign, Give me oysters and champagne ! Punch.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIV, Issue VIII, 23 February 1895, Page 172
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138TO MY BEEF TEA. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIV, Issue VIII, 23 February 1895, Page 172
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