Someday the sun will surely shine
For now we’ve had our fill of grog
And been besmitten by a fog
We shall read carefully each line
And, thinking, we shall understand
Which drinks must be forever banned.
Let’s only sip of certain wine.
From other’s let’s remain aloof
For they possess a fatal proof.
Mine will be yours. Yours will be mine.
All will be just at this saloon
No victims get a silver spoon
All things here will, with truth, align.
Come to this bar before last call
Regardless of your twang or drawl.