Dance, Ballerina

A few years ago, In the depths of my deepest poverty, I felt like having a drink, But I had no money or car, So now I had to think Then I remembered in the basement, Where my dad had long ago started to buld a bomb shelter, I had perviously seen some old booze And so, now I could even choose So down the trap-door I went, For the booze I did follow it's scent I found it and took, A rather odd bottle, that stood out in my look It was a bottle with a ballerina inside Gold flaked liqueur Many years it sat, untried So I brought it up the stair With a reverent sort of care You could wind it up underneath And the ballerina would pirouette, to music of sweet relief Well, I tried it, and to my surprise, it was incredibly good, and lit my eyes, Soon enough, and it was gone, The best tasting liqueur I'd ever tried I kept the bottle, so pretty it was, And vowed I'd get more And I could use a buzz When I finally did check Don't ya know it, oh heck, No one had a clue, So I did not know what to do, Then it came to me real fast On the internet I'd cast And find this mystery booze, That I so wanted to use It came as such a surprise, I could bearly believe my eyes, On good old E-Bay This is what they did say, Bol's Ballerina, no longer made, And if you had a pristine bottle, You could easily be paid, $1000.00 dollars or more! My heart sank through the floor! It was the most expensive fun I had Thanks to my now deceased sweet dad.