Unseemly indeed were such rank exhibition
Of scorn for the statutes that seek to restrain,
By beneficent mandate of stern Prohibition,
The lust for the grape in the good State of
Maine.
So a truce to the bowl and its fervid excitement,
And down with the flagon, the goblet and
stein!
My lyric exalts the more balmy enticement
Of a certain old humble companion of mine.