He dug deeper and deeper,
Into the muddy ground,
To bury his last secret,
Where it wouldn't be found.
As the dark night grew colder,
The digging got tougher.
His tools felt much heavier,
It was risky to stop.
He continued doggedly,
Until just before dawn.
After that it was dangerous,
Neighbours would see him.
He placed the cask in the hole
And covered it with earth.
Whiskey was very precious,
During prohibition!