Does Anybody Know The Words?

Question

to the poem "Starkle, Starkle, Little Twink?" I can remember the first verse and a half, but I would like to have the whole poem.
(No, I am not confused. It isn't "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.")

Answer 1

I found 2 versions, so have double the fun:

VERSION # 1

STARKLE, STARKLE, LITTLE TWINK
Starkle, Starkle, Little Twink,
I think you’ve had enough to drink.
Out in space you seem to be, lilting on a rugged sea.
Were you really trying to wink?
You must think you’re really wise,
Behind those blood-shot, swollen eyes.

Starkle, Starkle, Little Twink,
As we speak, your breath does stink.
You say you think we ought to dance.
I say I think there is no chance.
You look just like the missing link.
Slobber running down your chin;
Thank God you’re not my next of kin.

Starkle, Starkle, Little Twink,
You’re asking me just what I think?
I think you should go and stay in a rehab – today.
You say you think Joe needs a shrink.
I think you need to settle down,
Before you get knocked to the ground.

Starkle, Starkle, Little Twink,
I think that you have reached the brink.
It’s your last that you just chugged
For out of nowhere you were slugged.
To the floor, I watch you sink.
Ungracefully, you went kerplop
Just before I saw the cop.

Starkle, Starkle, Little Twink,
I think you’re heading to the clink.
As you try to push and shove the officers that stand above.
You said you thought I was a fink.
It wasn’t me who called the fuz.
They must have known just who you was.


VERSION # 2

Starkle, starkle, little twink,
Who the hell you are I think,
I'm not under what they call
The alcofluence of incohol.
I'm not drunk as thinkle peep,
I'm just a little slort of sheep.
Tee martoonis make a guy
Fool so feelish, don't know why
Rally don't know who's me yet
The drunker I stay the longer I get
So just one more to full my cup,
I've all day sober to Sunday up.

Answer 2

Starkle, Starkle Little Twink,
Who the heck you are I think
I am not under the affluence of inkahol
As some thinkle peep I am
I've had tee martoonis and a scottle of botch
And the drunker I sit here the longer I get.

Answer 3

Starkle

Answer 4

Starkle starkle little twink,
Who the Hell are you I think,
I'm not under what you call,
the alcofluence of incohol.
I'm just a little slort of sheep,
I'm not drunk like thinkle peep.
I don't know who is me yet,
but the drunker I stay the longer I get.
So one more drink to fill up my cup,
I got all day sober to Sunday up.

Answer 5

Starkle starkle little twink,
who the hell you are I think,
I'm not alfluenced by inchohol,
though, some theeple pink I am!