When you have one, you call for two—
And then you don’t care what you do.
Last night I hoisted twenty-three
Of those arrangements into me;
My bosom heaved, I swelled with pride,
I was pickled, primed and ossified!
But R-E-M-O-R-S-E—
The water wagon is the place for me!
It is no time for mirth and laughter,
The cold, dark dawn of the Morning After!