I wandered lonely as a star
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a bar,
A host of golden liquid thrills,
And there inside for me to choose,
All manner of delightful booze.
I asked and so I did receive
A cocktail heavy on the gin,
A perfect lovely bright reprieve
For me to drown my sorrows in,
And then more drinks, so nice and fine,
All leading me to joy divine.
"The world is in a glass!" I said.
"What more could I desire than this?"
Sobriety's like being dead,
And alcohol is surely bliss."
I drank and drank but little thought
What wealth these drinks to me had brought.
For oft when on my couch I lie,
I know well what these drinks have brought.
They flash upon that inward eye,
Complete with all the joy I sought.
I always can revive my mood
Recalling times when I got stewed.
"Who Needs Daffodils,'' by Felicia Nimue Ackerman