No Lemonade Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Well, no, my dear, no lemonade
I'd keep your body in the shade.
And feed you through a yellow straw
eggnog (in which the eggs are raw) ,
fruit juices are inferior saps
the real stuff contains white caps,
logistics though can't be debated
due to an often overrated
effect on youngsters hanging out
just trust me, girl, (one trusts a kraut)
I'd find a method which would buoy...
which would be easy to employ
to satisfy all appetites
and let them go, those eager kites,
allowing them to touch the sky
then dive into and occupy.