Champagne, A Neo-Grec Refrain
By Anonymous
Champagne, old Top,
Your jovial pop
Must stop; the Fates decree it.
We know the worst.
From July first
All thirst is cursed; so be it.
Yet shall no tear-drop trickle in the glass?
Nor mournful requiem voice one fond alas?
Hark from the tombs
A doleful cry!
Sahara looms.
We’re going dry.
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