'its only a wee one Margaret'
don't give him much
we don't want him
to be a drunken such and such

protest I did not
and out came the ***
'drink too much of this'
and you'll end up on your ***

and although I was warned
I never took heed
foolish and young
I downed it with speed

the warmest glow

taking my coat
I said my farewell
I got half way home
then down I fell

****** as a newt
what a way to be
looking up at the sky
I lost sight of me

The stars looked brighter
and the winter cold had gone
was I all grown up now?
where would I belong?