and for me…
Golden fleece & whiskey
chaser
in can
And still smileing
and no hangover
rapidly going downhill
Still up early
with the larks
Twice as bright
as morning sunshine
Is breaking through
White-van-girl`s bedroom window
With the dew
washing the leaves
Making them fresh
for hungry rabbits
To nibble at
like bonnie lass
Because he went
When she’s hungry