I WENT into a restaurant,
And I ordered a cup of tea.
I gave a wink to the waiter man,
And the waiter winked at me.
A knowing wink, a glowing wink,
A wink of mirthful guile,
Was the wink that I got from that waiter man,
And I answered his wink with a smile.

He brought me a delicate china cup,
It was filled with an amber drink;
And he said: “Here I've brought you your cup of tea,”
And he gave me another wink.
A doleful look and a soulful look
Was the look that suffused his brow,
As I lifted the cup to my waiting lips,
And I genially said: “Here's how.”

I drank one draft from that china cup,
Then I sprang in rage from my chair,
And I plunged my knife in that waiter's heart,
And I murdered him then and there.
For that waiter man, that traitor man,
Had played a low trick on me.
The idiot thought I had meant what I said,
And he'd brought me a cup of tea.