Emily (Wants The) D (A Cappella)

I taste a liquor never brewed 
From Tankards scooped in Pearl 
Not all the Frankfort Berries
Yield such an Alcohol!

Inebriate of air  am I 
And Debauchee of Dew 
Reeling  thro' endless summer days 
From inns of molten Blue 

When Landlords turn the drunken Bee
Out of the Foxglove's door 
When Butterflies  renounce their drams 
I shall but drink the more!

Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats 
And Saints  to windows run 
To see the little Tippler
Leaning against the  Sun!