Give all a shake and a pleasant smile;
Always be polite, courteous and kind,
And thus scatter blessings over mankind.
* * *
Good Old Crow
(With apologies to “Old Black Joe.”)
Gone are the days of the booze so full and free,
And gone are the friends that always drank with me;
Gone from this drought to a wetter land I know,
I hear their happy voices toasting, Good Old Crow.