Cocktail hour’s come around, It happens every day; Gin and tonic, rum and Coke, Perhaps Courvoisier. When afternoon comes rollin’ ‘round, The urges come to play; Settling in the dusk promotes This capping of a day. Unleashed upon the blood’s brigade Of cells both red and white; To influence the cognitive And blur the line of sight. A mellow mood descends upon The spirit and the will To ease the stress and strains of life And all emotions chill. So here’s to you and everyone Who travels on this ball; A toast to you on angry seas To lift you from the squall.