May all your joys be pure joys, and all your pain champagne.
Here's to champagne, the drink divine, That makes us forget our troubles; It's made of five dollar's worth of wine And twenty dollar's worth of bubbles.
Some take their gold In minted mold, And some in harps hereafter, But give me mine in bubble fine, And keep the change in laughter.
lowe, 1910.
A Haiku Champagne Toast
champagne bubbles rise like tiny moths to light bulbs here's to you my dear