To Quench My Thirst

There it is sitting on a table nearby just having taken it out of the fridge it felt really chilled on outside glass withheld me before crossing the bridge You see to open that lemonade bottle would be to fall into real temptation there you gaze upon it in wonder thinking how this began in creation One day a long time ago imagine there's only one bottle left in all the world it's the last one don't touch, stay near, don't run The longer I wait, it hurts my throat gets dryer so hoarse one day I must take a step so great the urge, feel the force Just even a sip would satisfy for that to quench my thirst by now a queue has developed gasping to drink before they burst Lemonade Oh lovely lemonade to feel you down my throat remove the dryness all together this my joy, always get my vote! (A single lemonade bottle sitting on that table next to my chair, looking on my thoughts gather as I contemplate the urge for a thirst-quenching drink.)