Wake not without the grinding of the bean.
When eyes glazed with sleep find light at first crack,
Go forth, conquer under flag of caffeine.

Coffee, resplendent in fresh-roasted sheen,
Beckons brewing cups sober, strong, and black.
Wake not without the grinding of the bean.

Elixir summoning powers unseen
From burlap bundles ready to unpack.
Go forth, conquer under flag of caffeine.

Many take it straight, flavors hard and clean.
Cream lets some others smoothly knock it back.
Wake not without the grinding of the bean.

Unwelcome are false flavors, tastes obscene.
Sugar-adders will be stricken with plaque.
Go forth, conquer under flag of caffeine.

If each new day’s projects number umpteen,
One beverage stands in for rest you lack.
Wake not without the grinding of the bean.
Go forth, conquer under flag of caffeine.