The Song of Right and Wrong

Feast on wine or fast on water
              And your honour shall stand sure,
              God Almighty's son and daughter
              He the valiant, she the pure;
              If an angel out of heaven
              Brings you other things to drink,
              Thank him for his kind attentions,
              Go and pour them down the sink.

              Tea is like the East he grows in,
              A great yellow Mandarin
              With urbanity of manner
              And unconsciousness of sin;
              All the women, like a harem,
              At his pig-tail troop along;
              And, like all the East he grows in,
              He is Poison when he's strong.

              Tea, although an Oriental,
              Is a gentleman at least;
              Cocoa is a cad and coward,
              Cocoa is a vulgar beast,
              Cocoa is a dull, disloyal,
              Lying, crawling cad and clown,
              And may very well be grateful
              To the fool that takes him down.

              As for all the windy waters,
              They were rained like tempests down
              When good drink had been dishonoured
              By the tipplers of the town;
              When red wine had brought red ruin
              And the death-dance of our times,
              Heaven sent us Soda Water
              As a torment for our crimes.