There’s a pewter mug on the shelf

Bound with hempen tasseled cords

Used to quench thirst for oneself

And others should the need accord

The vessel ancient to what degree

I know not but no serious matter

A token from before bourgeoise 

Folks back then cared a smatter

The simple act of sharing a mug

Quenching the need of common thirst

Given freely no thought no shrug

Just latent goodness of others first