Labor Hymn of the Palm Civet
(to the tune of The Battle Hymn of the Republic)

I'm just a little civet from the south of Viet Nam
I spend my days a labourin' upon this coffee farm
The wages they ain't great - but I get a private palm
And the coffee's brewin' on

It is Cof-fe-a Ro-bus-ta!
Not Cof-fe-a Ara-bic-a!
Only the ripest beans
Shall go through my in-test-eens
And the coffee's brewin' on

Others pick by hand or they use a little rake
I just use my gullet - so there shall be no mistake
Coffee cherries are most tasty - why should they go to waste?
And the coffee's brewin' on!

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In Brazil and darkest Aafrica they use a process they call "dry"
In Viet Nam just hear-abouts - they wouldn't even try
For to keep the cherries company I drink fine palm juice wine
And the coffee's brewin' on

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When the day is over, and I feel a certain "urge"
Then I scamper to the corner where I give myself a purge
They call THIS coffee "washed"- what a most descriptive word!
And the coffee's brewin' on

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So when you're drinking Java (Well I wouldn't want to boast)
But "Blue Mountain" is no longer that for which you pay the most
"Kopi Luwak" coffee are the beans that you should roast!
And the coffee's brewin' on!

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