Moonshine
Two drunken gentlemen
Holding each other up
They sang drunkenly
Drunk-and-disorderly
In a mood of melancholy
They murmured words of glory
Thinking that they got mad
The cop couldn’t understand
As to what they actually had
It was the pungent odour of wine
Along-with a cup of margarita and moonshine
They had on the full moon night.
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