Classic Poem

Where the wintry winds are blowing,
Booze is there!
Where the summer plants are growing,
Booze is there!
In the desert or the ocean,
In the Cars of Locomotion,
Even in Sir Wilfrid's lotion,
Booze is there!

In the opera, at the drama,
Booze is there!
Sacred concerts, panorama,
Booze is there!
On the hill and in the valley,
Open street or crowded alley,
Even in the spotless ballet,
Booze is there!

In the parlour or the attic,
Booze is there!
Royal drinks or democratic,
Booze is there!
Where the School Board airs its teaching,
Even when the parson's preaching,
Or his flocks to pray beseeching,
Booze is there!

When little stranger comes to town,
Booze is there!
Mrs. Jones meets Mrs. Brown,
And Booze is there!
The baby's praised right down to the ground,
Pronounced by all quite safe and sound,
Then once again the glass goes round,
And Booze is there!

In climate cold or climate hot,
Booze is there!
Even in granny's old teapot,
Booze is there!
But travel fast or travel slow,
No matter a hang wherever you go,
To Chelsea or to Pimlico,
Booze is there!

When you wed the girl of your heart,
Booze is there!
The day you vow you ne'er will part,
Booze is there!
In the palace, in the stable,
Since the days of Cain and Abel,
In every house, on every table,
Booze is there!