I sing to the queen fermented, tra la la,
Bubbly ornamented, tra la la.
There's simply no describing
The pleasures of imbibing.
The curse of human dryness
Is banished by her highness:
The Red Champagne,
The queen of acclimation,
The monarch of libation
In bubbly coronation,
A toast, a toast, a toast!


I have never cared for vampires as predators (you are, after all, dead and out of this world). However, due to recent events, I've decided that Bats, while inferior to Serpents, are now canon. A toast!

Life is an opera- but sometimes it's Wagner, sometimes it's J. Strauss II.

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