Speakeasy

“Little boy, little boy, where have you been? Down in the cellar drinking your father’s gin?” “Not I,” said the boy with a drunken laugh. “Who am I to drown in father’s wrath?” “Little boy, little boy, you smell strongly of sin! I shall ask you once more—where have you been? “Good sir,” said the boy, stumbling through the path. “I was not in the cellar. I was only in the bath!”