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Old Noah he had an ostrich
farm and fowls on the largest scale,
He ate his eggs with a ladle in an eggcup big as a pail,
And the soup he took was Elephant Soup and 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 the 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 teetotaler was sent to us for a rod,
And you can't get wine at a P,S,A, or chapel, or Eisteddfod,
For the curse of the water has come again because of the wrath of God,
And water is an 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. |
Wine Appreciation
Since our first meeting we
have tasted, and liked, wines that we may not otherwise have contemplated
buying. While talking about the wine many other subjects are discussed and
tales of wine disasters exposed. At the end of the evening the host is
reimbursed for the cost of the wine.