'Twixt your lip and the yearned-for American Cup.
On both sides the Border we wish you success,
And we trust of the race you'll not make a Barr mess.
Your health in a cocktail, although you're afar,
And we can't call you—yet—an American Barr!
INDEPENDENCE.
"I'm afraid you've fallen down and hurt yourself, my little Man!"
"Well, and if I 'ave, it ain't none o' your Business!"