Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale, <br />He ate his egg with a ladle in a egg-cup big as a pail, <br />And the soup he took was Elephant Soup and fish he took was Whale, <br />But they all were small to the cellar he took when he set out to sail, <br />And Noah he often said to his wife when he sat down to dine, <br />"I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine." <br /> <br />The cataract of the cliff of heaven fell blinding off the brink <br />As if it would wash the stars away as suds go down a sink, <br />The seven heavens came roaring down for the throats of hell to drink, <br />And Noah he cocked his eye and said, "It looks like rain, I think, <br />The water has drowned the Matterhorn as deep as a Mendip mine, <br />But I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine." <br /> <br />But Noah he sinned, and we have sinned; on tipsy feet we trod, <br />Till a great big black teetotaller was sent to us for a rod, <br />And you can't get wine at a P.S.A., or chapel, or Eisteddfod, <br />For the Curse of Water has come again because of the wrath of God, <br />And water is on the Bishop's board and the Higher Thinker's shrine, <br />But I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine.<br /><br />Gilbert Keith Chesterton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wine-and-water-2/
