From this day unto the ending of the world
We in it shall be remembered.
We few, we happy few, we band of Sober Siblings
For he (or she!) who shuns the drink with me this weekend
Shall be my sober sibling be he ne'er so vile,
This weekend shall gentle his condition
And sufferers in taverns quaffing poison
Shall think themselves accurst they were not
HERE
And hold their manhoods cheap when he speaks
Who stayed sober with us this first weekend in May!
Thought I'd try a new theme.
