Classic Poem

Elements four
Bound in one thrall,
Counterfeit life,
Constitute all.

Juice of the lemon —
Squeeze it and pour!
Sharpness of life
Is the real core.

Now let the sugar,
Mellow and sweet,
Soften the bitter,
Temper its heat.

Now for the water!
Fill up the bowl.
Water well measured
Mixes the whole.

Dashes of spirit
It will require:
Nothing like spirit
Life to inspire!

Ere it evaporates
Quaff it in haste!
Only when strong
It refreshes the taste.