When the moon gets full
He’s as steady as can be,
You never see him tipsy
Like the chaps on earth we see;
If only they could get
His recipe for home-made brew,
There would be no prohibition
And moonshiners would be few.



See:
The Wampus Cat (Leesville, Louisiana), vol. 2, no. 9, August 1922, p. 7

Notes by Andrew Guild:
This poem was published during the years of Prohibition in the USA (1920-1933).

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