One sip is all it takes, to deligate our saints.
After all our fates, with Heaven or Hades, but I say,
Two sips it may take,
to make this world quake, make our spirits forsake,
all our vows we undertake.
But to shine light on the way,
Three sips it takes,
Making night into day, make April into May.
Spring chaos forth, in our gluttonous wake.
It takes only one to pray,
for the foolish, near sighted one not to partake.