Jerry

How little we imitate, our inventive best, when we twist and shake, open to every door, who can mend our fences, and not get sore, well fed we begin to take, drink carried like the rest, we cannot hesitate, fools always sing for applause, bring us to the test, say two and two makes four, the night's cool probate, scatters our defences, no matter the toil it takes, forbidden reprobates, ask for our presence, leave us nothing, but search for gain, to the cask they blend, we'll hear the rain, they're our new friends.