There once was a fellow named Greg, Whose troubles all came from a keg.

When it came time to quit, he had to admit,

About staying sober he knew not a bit.

So he came in and learned all his lines,

Knew what to say at every time.

But saying's not doing, reservations were brewing,

Once and again they'd be his ungluing.

We all know sober isn't a race,

But you won't go anywhere standing in place.

Sober is not out there looking for you,

If you want what we have then do what we do.