Starkle, starkle, little twink

Who the hell you are I think?

I’m not under what they call

The affluence of incohol

I’m not as drunk as thinkle peep,

I’m just a little slort of sheep

Tee many martoonies make a guy

Feel so foolish, don’t know why

Really don’t know who’s me yet,

The drunker I stay the longer I get

So one more fink to drill by cup

I’ve all day sober to sunday up

Don’t forget to look for starkles while you stumble around the path of life.