From this day to the ending of the world,        
But we in MOAB shall be remembered;        
We few, we happy few, we band of siblings;        
For s/he to-day that share this wine with me        
Shall be my sibling; be s/he ne'er so vile        
This day shall gentle his or her condition:        
And gentlefolk in Mudcat, now a-bed        
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,        
And hold their (wo)manhoods cheap whiles any speaks        
That drank with us upon Mom's Sixteen Thousandth day.