A Nightingale whistles when he feels the season bearing,
as he gathers up the foliage for a nest he builds for two.
Hopeful that his love song will entice a partner nearing,
but until such time adorns him, he will suckle nature’s jus.
A little Vervet Monkey sends his call throughout the jungle,
anticipating summons from a mate with whom he’ll reign.
But as the females spurn him and reduce him to feel humble,
he will inebriate his sorrows with fermenting sugar cane.
A sailor spends a lifetime drifting out upon the ocean,
in the hopes of foreign lands- someday he’ll find his one.
In the meantime he takes solace, living with the notion,
that his troubles will forsake him in a bottle full of rum.
And while they live in hope of a chance at lovers meeting,
they drown their melancholy with a special kind of brew.
As for me, I look no further, I’ve found the one I’m seeking,
I’ve no need to quench my loneliness, my intoxicant is you.