Never touch and never taste, but always answer “Nay,” John.
If they ask you only just
To taste a little drop, John,
Say you would if you knew where
The “little drop” would stop, John.
Tell them by gin and rum,
By wine and malt and hops, John,
That life and health, and peace and fame,
Are drowned in “little drops,” John.
Oh, John, oh, John, I’ll tell you what I know, John: