Drinking beer with the moon.

In the middle of the flowering grove, one jug of beer.
Drinking alone - no friends or family near -
I raise my cup; invite the moon to join me.
Counting my shadow, we're a party of three.

But moon's a lightweight, doesn't know how to drink,
And shadow simply matches me cup for cup.
For now, though, they'll do just fine, I think.
Spring is here, my friends! Let's live it up.

I start to sing; the moon sways to and fro.
I get up and dance - shadow reels in disarray.
Sober, we crave the company of some jolly fellow;
Drunk, each goes his separate way.

Freed of all ties, yet bound forever more,
Let's get back together on the galaxy's far shore.