Moonshine benumbs you;
They goes 'way, your cares.
You slurp it down. . .of actions unaware.
Moonshine benumbs you--
Get filled and you're tight
And get romantic with your sis tonight.

Now, don't mess up and throw wheat in;
That would be very wrong.
But do throw sugar of beet in;
That makes it extra strong.

I must say I love booze,
Though it makes me go
Out with sweet sis in the moonlight and grow.
Poontime. . .a love no-no.