The hanging grapes upon the verdant vine,
Throughout the many lands in which its grown,
Becomes the charming drink that is called wine;
Indeed, it’s quite the venture to be known.
For women and for men it has been made –
Assembled inspiration here en masse;
To drink and to enjoy is how it’s stayed;
Its gladly poured into each open glass.
With pleasure we do find it is to drink,
And though it can be quite the awful bane,
It warms our hearts and makes us want to think;
Into our hearts and minds it will remain.
A soulful pleasure it will always be –
A greatly blessed comfort unto thee.