A Satisfactory Reform

A merry burgomaster     In a burgh upon the Rhine     Said, Our burghers all are     Far too fond of drinking wine.     So the merry burgomaster,     When the burgomasters met,     Bade them look into the matter     Ere the thing went farther yet.     And the merry burgomasters     Did decide the only way     To alleviate the evil     Without worry or delay     Would be just to call a meeting     Of the burghers, great and small,     And then open every wine cask     And proceed to drink it all.     For, they said, when we have swallowed     Every drop thats in the land,     There can be no more of drinking,     It is plain to understand.     So they called a monster meeting,     And the burghers, small and great,     Drank and drank until they were too     Tipsy to perambulate.     But there still was wine in plenty,     So, in sooth, the only way     Was to call another meeting;     So they called it for next day.     Thus from day to day the burghers     Met and swallowed seas of wine,     And they vowed the reformation     Was a mission quite divine.     And today the worthy burghers     In that burgh upon the Rhine     Still continue their great mission,     And still swallow seas of wine.     And they vow they will not falter     In their great reforming task     Till the last drop has been emptied     From the very last wine cask.