She won't be able to nap without her night CAP*.

She'll lose her HAT* without a vodka--stat.

She'll eat her Chapeau without her Chateau
de Fontpinot, it's cognac, you know
or maybe you don't get this stuff, because you're not Cunning enough.
Your girl is looking dour, without her whiskey sour,
don't worry, though, the Cunning Caps will mend your lapse,
and feed her schnapps and try on hats,
for we are super-sonic like a slick-ass gin&tonic,
we are the Houdinis of disappearing vodka Martinis.

We raise our glass and clink, to fine hats and hearty drink.

*Brought to you by your friends at the Church of Holy Hat.