We Bee and I live by the quaffing
‘Tisn’t all Hock with us
Life has its Ale
But it’s many a lay of the Dim Burgundy
We chant for cheer when the Wines fail
Do we “get drunk”?
Ask the jolly Clovers!
Do we “beat” our “Wife”?
I never wed
Bee pledges his in minute flagons
Dainty as the trees on our deft Head
While runs the Rhine
He and I revel
First at the vat and latest at the Vine
Noon our last Cup
“Found dead” “of Nectar”
By a humming Coroner
In a By-Thyme!