Penguin Monkey

I therefore pray thee, Renny dear,
That thou will give to me,
With cream and sugar soften’d well
Another dish of tea.

Nor fear that I, my gentle maid,
Shall long detain the cup.
When once unto the bottom I
Have drunk the liquor up.

Yet hear, alas! this mournful truth
Nor hear it with a frown—
Thou canst not make the tea so fast
As I can gulp it down.