Ixkakaw: the Starbucks angel

The original barista is no other than Ixkakaw

Wearing a green apron and having her hair put up in a bun

She’ll try to remember your order

But it is easier said than done

 

Once you have your first sip, 

You will keep coming back for more

Her brews keep her customers healthy

And are to die for

 

If you ever become lost

Your local cafe is where you will find her

Since she has been around for hundreds of years

There is no reason that she should be called an amateur

 

Once considered a delicacy

They were meant for only kings and queens

At one point they were even used as currency

Equivalent to $20 for 3 cocoa beans

 

Today all she does is

Sit behind the counter with a smile on her face

She will whip up your drink real fast 

And will then disappear without a trace

 

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