Would you care for another drink?
Asked the skunk of his old friend the hare
Who was flopped on the sofa with big sad eyes
And a worry he wouldn\'t share
It made poor skunk quite helpless
He didn\'t know what to think
So he waited silence and bustled about
With the bottle of whiskey and ice that clinked
Hare proffered his glass quite willingly
You could see he was down to the dregs
His ears were all droopy, his eyes quite moist
his whiskers were shaking and so were his legs