Classic Poem

Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and
fowls on the largest scale,
He ate his egg with a ladle in an egg-cup
big as a pail,
And the soup he took was Elephant Soup
and the fish he took was Whale,
But they all were small to the cellar he
took when he set out to sail
And Noah he often said to his wife when
he sat down to dine,
" I don't care where the water goes if it
doesn't get into the wine. "

The cataract of the cliff of heaven fell
blinding off the brink
As if it would wash the stars away as suds
go down a sink,
The seven heavens came roaring down for
the throats of hell to drink,
And Noah he cocked his eye and said,
" It looks like rain, I think,
The water has drowned the Matterhorn
as deep as a Mendip mine,
But I don't care where the water goes if it
doesn't get into the wine. "

But Noah he sinned, and we have sinned;
on tipsy feet we trod,
Till a great big black teetotaller was sent
to us for a rod,
And you can't get wine at a P.S.A., or
chapel, or Eisteddford,
For the Curse of Water has come again
because of the wrath of God,
And water is on the Bishop's board and
the Higher Thinker's shrine,
But I don't care where the water goes if it
doesn't get into the wine. "