Scene The Second.
The Hare's Patio,
Later That Night.

"I say," said the bear, who had just poured beer from the tap,
"don't stand there looking like such an awful sap;
"here you are Mr. Hare: one beer, two beers, three...
"soon you'll be drinking them faster than me."

"I am afraid," answered the hare, "that is simply out of the question;
"I have already detected a certain note of indigestion,
"I seem to have been bitten by quite a large number of fleas,
"and I really feel as though I am going to have a sneeze."

"Oh come now my dear, dear old Mr. Hare,"
(the owl was approaching with the utmost care)
"if you're not feeling well, then I have just the thing,
"my remedy is simply for the three of us to sing."
"Oh, yes, I do love to sing," the hare said cracking a smile,
"and I have not sung a song in quite a long, long while."

And so soon it was, and it was not before long,
the trio sat beneath the stars, indulging in a song;
within a few beers and refrains,
the hare was free of his pains;
along with the others he lost his brains,
thanking the Lord for hops and for grains.

Meanwhile, the owl conducted their song with a twig,
as he and the others soon broke into a jig;
they sang with howls and drank with swigs--
the bear like a bore, the others like pigs.

Still they continued drinking and singing,
with glasses clanking and voices ringing,
until the owl shouted, "What, ho!
I believe I'd like to sing a solo."

The three then sang the owl's own song,
(which was not very deep and not very long),
the owl sang first, and his part was a rhyme,
the other two sang the same thing each time:

"Oh--
"I drink to my baby's health."
"I drink to my baby."
"I drink to her father's wealth."
"I drink to my baby."
"He's got insurance on her life."
"I drink to my baby."
"Some day I'm gonna shoot my wife."
"I drink to my baby."
"And, I don't mean maaay-beee."
"I drink to my baaaby."

The owl applauded himself, just as the others did;
the three's lack of humbleness, it never was hid.
Then, after much applause and many cheers,
the trio continued their quaffing of beers;
and to each other they lent their ears,
listening to hopes, to dreams, and to fears.
They laughed as they traded some rather silly wisecracks,
then they stumbled inside and fell flat on their backs.