Weasel Brew Journey

(Verse 1) I left Jamaica with a grin, on a quest for a cup so bold, Heard 'bout this coffee far away, where the weasels play, I'm told. From the mountains to Vietnam, on a journey so surreal, For that brew of legend, that coffee with appeal. (Chorus) Weasel bean coffee, oh so fine, From the jungles of Vietnam, to my lips divine. But little did I know, the secret I would see, How those weasels make my morning glee. (Verse 2) In a bustling market square, I found a vendor's stand, Promising a taste so rare, from across the land. With curiosity, I took a sip, it was like a dream, But little did I know, things weren't as they seem. (Chorus) Weasel bean coffee, oh so fine, From the jungles of Vietnam, to my lips divine. But little did I know, the secret I would see, How those weasels make my morning glee. (Bridge) Behind the scenes, where the magic brews, I found the weasels, with their tricks to amuse. Eating the beans, then passing them through, Creating a coffee, so unique and true. (Verse 3) Now I'm back in Jamaica, with tales to regale, Of weasel bean coffee, and its curious tale. It may sound strange, but trust me, it's a delight, A journey worth taking, for that morning light. (Chorus) Weasel bean coffee, oh so fine, From the jungles of Vietnam, to my lips divine. Now I know the secret, it's plain to see, Those weasels make my morning glee. (Outro)