But you! you can never touch liquor at all
Without kicking prudence right over the wall.
“You’ve a bad moral balance, a weakness somewhere,
A mental deficiency under your hair,
And large woolly rats get right into your ‘think’
The moment you open your gills for a drink—
Why not be like me? Have a will of your own,
And the firmness to take it or leave it alone.”
So we filled them again, and again, and some more,
While he started to probe the thing into the core;