And when the dust settles
We will raise our tea kettles
Because though it may seem through the steam as if our past is here to stay
Remember this: the heat will come before the treat
And even the beat will have their day
Not quite a Robert Frost poem, but my best attempt
And when the dust settles
We will raise our tea kettles
Because though it may seem through the steam as if our past is here to stay
Remember this: the heat will come before the treat
And even the beat will have their day