Of tropic sensations, the worst Is, @3sin duda@1, the tropical thirst. When it starts in your throat and constantly grows, Till you feel that it reaches down to your toes, When your mouth tastes like fur And your tongue turns to dust, There's but one thing to do, And do it you must, Drink @3teestay. Teestay@1, a drink with a history, A delicious, delectable mystery, "@3Cinco centavos el vaso, señor@1," If you take one, you will surely want more. @3Teestay, teestay@1, The national drink on a feast day; How it coolingly tickles, As downward it trickles, @3Teestay, teestay@1. And you wish, as you take it down at a quaff, That your neck was constructed à la giraffe. @3Teestay, teestay@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WELCOME by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) LINCOLN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY FARRAGUT by WILLIAM TUCKEY MEREDITH NEARER by ROBERT MALISE BOWYER NICHOLS OVER THE RIVER by NANCY WOODBURY PRIEST TO A CHILD OF QUALITY, FIVE YEARS OLD. THE AUTHOR THAN FORTY by MATTHEW PRIOR FALSTAFF'S SONG by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN |