Our tea, who art in the pot,
Delicious be thy name.
Thy crockery come,
Thy will be done,
With loose leaves as it is with tea bags.
Pour us this day our daily brew,
And forgive us our cappuccinos,
As we forgive those who sip cappuccinos in front of us.
Lead us not into Starbucks,
But deliver us to the nearest tearooms,
For thine is the cuppa,
The comfort and the flavour,
Forever and ever. Our Char.