There once was a fellow named Mick,

Whose thinking was faster than Nestle is quick.

He was so busy thinking when he found himself drinking,

He thought it okay when he caught no one peeking.

Perhaps you shared this thought with the Mick,

Hoped sobriety came with the flick of a switch.

But if it went one, two, three, then you'd be free,

When first the judge asked you, “How do you plead?”