Hare and Skunk / Old Friends

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