Fair fair, your lovely warming face
With twirling wisps up into space
Aboon the stars ye take your place,
I long to drink.
The groaning teacher there ye fill
Your caffeine like an instant thrill,
While thro' the pores your dews distill
In time of need.
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Awake perchance for all the night,
While sleepiness itself takes flight,
Ye pow'rs what make mankind your care,
Oh dish them out their bill o'fare,
Answer please our grateful prayer,
Give us some coffee!