Moon and planets to my thinking,
Just have had a bout of drinking
And are setting at defiance
All the laws of musty science.
Yonder poplar, tall and taper,
Round and round me cuts a caper;
Oaks and elms, and firs and birches,
Hedges, houses, steeples, churches,
All to-night are drunk together,
And dance as lightly as a feather.