When the world is all at odds
And the mind is all at sea
Then cease the useless tedium
And brew a cup of tea.
There is magic in its' fragrance,
There is solace in its' taste;
And the laden moments vanish
Somehow into space.
And the world becomes a lovely thing!
There's beauty as you'll see;
All because you briefly stopped
To brew a cup of tea.
"If you are cold, tea will warm you;
if you are depressed it will cheer you;
if you are excited it will calm you."
Story About Tea (base it on Little Red Hen).
Who will draw the water?
Who will boil it?
Who will spoon the tea from the tin?
Who will lift the kettle and pour?
Who waits while it steeps?
Who fills the cups?
Who will drink the tea?