Why We Clink Glasses
When friends with other friends contrive
To make their glasses clink
Then not one sense of all the five
Is absent from a drink.
For touch and taste and smell and sight
Evolve in pleasant round,
And when the flowing cups unite
We thrill to sense of sound.
Folly to look on wine? Oh, fie
On what teetotallers think…
There’re always five good reasons why
Good fellows like to drink.