Fi, now prithee, John
Do not worry man
Let's be happy and
Drink a bout

You're a rogue
You cheated me
I'll swear before
This company
I caren't a farthing
Sir for all
You are so stout

Sir, you lie
I scorn your word
And any man
Who wears a sword
For all your huff
Who cares a damn
And who cares for you!

--A round for milo in his moods