"WE, THE BEE AND I, LIVE TO GUZZLE / We - the bee and I - live to guzzle./ Not all is Rhine wine - ours./ Life has its beer/ but many are the ballads of vague Burgundy/ that we sing - to keep us up - when the wine is lacking./ Do we "get drunk"?/ Ask the playful clovers!/ Do we "beat" our "wives"?/ I am not married./ The bee toasts his - with tiny carafes -/ delightful - as the curls - on her agile head./ As long as the Rhine flows -/ he and I - will feast/ first at the vat and last at the vine./ The acme - our last cup./ "Found dead of nectar"."
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