Much agreed, Trapper. But I'm starting to realize why my dates always look so scared...

Civet Poo Coffee (Flying Fish Sailor)

A short song for you as you grab for your cup
(way-hey, fill up my mug)
And wave at the waitress for a 'fill'er on up'
(give her some time to fill up your mug)

Along from far Asia, there is a new brew
(way-hey fill up my mug)
Sounding exotic, but it's still civet poo
(give her some time to fill up your mug)

You may take cream and sugar with it if you dare
(way-hey fill up my mug)
But you still never know what's a-floating in there
(give her some time to fill up your mug)

There's all sorts of diseases from far foreign lands
(way-hey fill up my mug)
And you can't trust a civet to wash his wee hands
(give her some time to fill up your mug)

There's Ancylostoma, that's hookworm you know
(way-hey fill up my mug)
And Baylisascara that's shed when they go
(give her some time to fill up your mug)

Giardia, Listeria, Toxocara too
(way-hey fill up my mug)
And Cryptosporidium that's stuck on that poo
(give her some time to fill up your mug)

You used to fear waitress spit, when she was fed up
(way-hey fill up my mug)
Now you know why she smiles when she fills up your cup
(give her some time to fill up your mug)