THE MEN OF GOTHAM
Seamen three! What men be ye?
Gotham's three wise men we be.
Whither in your bowl so free?
To rake the moon from out the sea.
The bowl goes trim. The moon doth shine.
And our ballast is old wine—
And your ballast is old wine.
Who art thóu, so fast adrift?
I am he they call Old Care.