Costa Coffee

The berries wax beneath the burnished sun

In southern lands renowned for tropic charm

Encircled by the lap of oceans warm, -

Until their seeds’ extraction is begun;

Then south to north they pass in eager trade

And roasted long, becoming rich and brown; -

Until, transformed by processes unknown

The finely-flavoured coffee bean is made;

Then Costa Coffee takes those eager beans

And puts their essence in a thousand cups;

Ere serving up this fragrant drink of dreams

In bright arcades where eager shoppers move;

Where quite relaxed, the coffee-drinker sups -

The happy winner of an act of love.