A TEABAG'S LIFE

 
Was kept in a box with friends of mine 
Now I'm fearing that it's the end of the line
Transported to a cup or perhaps a mug 
Time to give my friends one final hug 

Some friends might join me in a pot 
Wherever I finish it's certain to be hot 
I'm joined by a new friend it's creamy white
His name was milk asked if I was alright 

You are probably thinking who I maybe 
The answer is simple I make your tea 
For I am a teabag so perfectly square 
Full of holes too should you want to care