Crumbs on the table,
Where biscuits once were waiting,
To be dipped in tea.
The tea’s sweet and black,
And its warmth flows like comfort,
On a winters day.
As complex as simple is.
Crumbs on the table,
Where biscuits once were waiting,
To be dipped in tea.
The tea’s sweet and black,
And its warmth flows like comfort,
On a winters day.
Choc’late digestives,
So lovely dipped in my tea.
Can’t stop eating them.
Don’t drop them in now,
It will sink to the bottom,
And ruin the fun.
So break them in half,
And dunk them into hot tea,
They taste very good.
