"Indicate the direction of my residence,
I'm fatigued and I desire to retire.
I imbibed a miniscule quantity approximately 60 minutes past
And it travelled directly to my cerebellum.
Regardless where I may perambulate,
On terra firma or the ocean or effervescence,
You will ever perceive me incanting this melody:
'Indicate The Direction Of My Residence."

(One off several of what I call "the W. C. Fields versions" of that well-known ditty.)