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C J Dennis - Forbidden Fruit
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Eight days to beer! A sigh sweeps thro` the nation
   Sweeps like a gale from `Frisco to New York.
("Say!  But it`s tough, this long anticipation.
   Oh boy!  I`m rarin` to get at that cork!")
Six days to beer!  Was ever waiting bleaker?
   And how the dull days drag their slow length by!
("Aw, say!  Just let me at a foamin` beaker!
   But, nothin` doin`.  I`m a legal guy.")

Four days to beer!  How slowly Time is creeping,
   Turning the pages with a laggard hand.
("Say, honey, dope me so that I stay sleeping
   Until the glorious Sixth dawns o`er the land.")
Two days to beer! ("Shucks, I can`t wait much longer!")
   One day to beer!  To luscious, legal beer!
("Ah, hold me, honey!  help me to be stronger....
   Now, attaboy!  The glorious Sixth is here!!..")

"Here`s how! ... Say!  What`s the stunt?  This stuff is phoney!
   It aint got no kick!  It palls!  It disappoints!
It`s just the stuff that guys like Al Capone
   An` such tough eggs sell in speakeasy joints!
Here`s me, been lookin` for a time right regal,
   Lickin` me lips an` rarin` to begin...
Sure, this is beer, all right; but now it`s legal.
   It don`t taste half so good... Say, pass the gin"
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