GRAPE, n.Hail noble fruit! -- by Homer sung,Anacreon and Khayyam;Thy praise is ever on the tongueOf better men than I am.The lyre in my hand has never swept,The song I cannot offer:My humbler service pray accept --I'll help to kill the scoffer.The water-drinkers and the cranksWho load their skins with liquor --I'll gladly bear their belly-tanksAnd tap them with my sticker.Fill up, fill up, for wisdom coolsWhen e'er we let the wine rest.Here's death to Prohibition's fools,And every kind of vine-pest!Jamrach Holobom