And lecture you upon the curse of drink.
If I were City Editor
And you should come to my hotel and reel,
Clasping my beer to quench the thirst you feel,
I say if I were City Editor
And you should come in trembling and in fear
And even hint about licking up that beer,
I'd hit you just one swat, and then,
I guess I'd have to order one more bier.
TRANSCENDENTALISM.