All right recruits. Sound off.
{In a Mario Lanza style warble:}
"Dreenk to me only weeth thine eyes,
And I weel pledge weeth miiiiineee
Or leave a keeess but in the cup
And I'll not ask for whiiiine.
The thirst that from theee soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink, by Gum;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not sneeff your bum"