Coffee☕🎶Song
(Verse 1) [Little Coffee Bean]
Now, first you gotta get the beans, the little nuggets of gold,
Some dark and oily, some light and bold.
Don't you leave 'em in the sun, or where the air hangs thick and damp,
Keep 'em in a mason jar, beneath a little lamp.
'Cause the flavor, it's a fragile thing, it can vanish in the breeze,
Like a whisper in the wind, rustlin' through the trees.
(Chorus) [Oh Coffee Coffee]
Oh, coffee, coffee, you're the water of the wise,
You open up my sleepy eyes, and help my thoughts arise.
From the percolator's rumble to the Chemex's gentle pour,
You're the magic in the morning, knockin' softly on my door.
(Verse 2) [Pale Morning Light]
Now, the grind, that's a science, a delicate affair,
Too coarse for the espresso, too fine for the air.
For the drip machine, you want it like the sand upon the shore,
For the French press, a little chunkier, nothin' less and nothin' more.
And if you got a burr grinder, well, you're doin' alright,
But a blade will do in a pinch, in the pale morning light.
(Verse 3) [Workhorse]
The drip machine, it's simple, a workhorse through and through,
Just fill the basket with the grounds, and the water sees you through.
It gurgles and it sputters, a familiar, friendly sound,
As the dark brew trickles down, onto hallowed ground.
But don't you let it sit there, gettin' bitter and gettin' cold,
Pour yourself a steaming cup, before the story's been told.
(Verse 4) [A Little bit of Grit]
The French press, now that's a different beast, a bit more hands-on, see?
You heat the water just right, not boilin' wild and free.
Pour it over the grounds, let it steep for a spell,
Then press it down slow and steady, ringin' like a bell.
You get the oils and the sediment, a richer, bolder taste,
A little bit of grit, reminds you not to go to waste.
(Verse 5) [A Delicate Ballet]
The pour-over, oh, that's an art, a delicate ballet,
With a gooseneck kettle and a filter, you can brighten up your day.
You wet the grounds gently, let 'em bloom and sigh,
Then pour in slow circles, watchin' the water fly.
It takes a little patience, a steady hand and eye,
But the clean, bright flavor, reaches for the sky.
(Verse 6) [Espresso]
The espresso machine, it's a creature of the night,
Hissin' and steamin', under pressure, burnin' ever so bright.
You tamp the grounds just right, with a practiced, knowing hand,
Pull a shot so dark and syrupy, the best in all the land.
Then you can froth the milk up, make a latte or a 'ccino,
A little bit of fancy, when your mood is feelin' keen-o.
(Verse 7) [Dark Elixir]
The Moka pot, the stovetop king, a little Italian dream,
It bubbles and it gurgles, a powerful, steamy gleam.
You pack the grounds in tight, screw the chambers down just so,
And watch the dark elixir rise, puttin' on a little show.
It's strong and it's intense, a real kick in the rear,
For when you need that extra jolt, to banish all your fear.
(Verse 8) [Shine]
The Aeropress, a modern marvel, a plastic, handy friend,
You can brew it upside down, or right-side up, until the very end.
It's quick and it's clean, and the flavor's mighty fine,
A little bit of pressure, makes the coffee truly shine.
(Verse 9) [Cold Brew]
And then there's cold brew, for the days when it's hot and long,
You steep the grounds in cold water, where they truly do belong.
For twelve to twenty-four hours, let the magic slowly seep,
Then strain it through a filter, secrets it will keep.
It's smooth and it's less bitter, a cool and gentle grace,
A perfect summer sippin' drink, at your own leisurely pace.
(Bridge) [Some Folks]
Now, some folks they add sugar, some they add the cream,
Some like it black and bitter, livin' out a caffeine dream.
There ain't no right or wrong way, the choice is up to you,
As long as that coffee's brewin', and seein' you on through.
(Chorus)
Oh, coffee, coffee, you're the water of the wise,
You open up my sleepy eyes, and help my thoughts arise.
From the percolator's rumble to the Chemex's gentle pour,
You're the magic in the morning, knockin' softly on my door.
(Verse10) [A Story in Liquid Form]
So next time you're feelin' weary, or your thoughts are in a haze,
Remember the humble coffee bean, in its many wondrous ways.
From the mountains where it's grown, to the cup held in your hand,
It's a story in a liquid form, understood throughout the land.
