und steht man zweibeinig am Boden
dann trinkt man nicht auf einen Hoden,
denn wie gesagt, die Symmetrie
die zielt stets auf das and’re Knie.
So rate ich Dir trink im Duette
dann gehst Du happier in’s Bette.
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