The cards are dealt.
Hold your hand,
Four cards, two colors,
Begin the round.
Pass the cards, quickly now!
Faster, and faster,
Round and round,
Glance and pass,
Glance and pass,
Glance and –
Ah! A match!
Glance about furtively,
Watch the spoons –
Always watching –
Always passing,
Passing, glancing,
(match) , Passing,
Watching, glancing,
Passing, watching,
Passing, (Match!)
Grab a spoon,
Soft and swift
The others dive,
A melee!
They emerge
The loser scowling.
Hand him the cup,
The tall, wide cup,
the brimming cup,
And he drinks
And drinks
And drinks
… and drinks…
… and… drinks…
Empty.
Begin again.
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