Then here's to the heartening Wassail - wherever good fellows are found -
Be its master instead of its vassal - and order the glasses around.
For there's something they put in the Wassail - that prevents it from tasting like wicker -
Since it's not tapioca, or mustard or mocha - I'm forced to conclude it's the liquor.
tjs
(Couldn't hold this until Christmas)
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