While drinking at home late last night
I had me a terrible fright
To the fridge I did go
And I suffered a blow
The only thing there was called Lite

My head quickly started to spin
What a pickle I found I was in
I suppose I could find
Something else for my mind
Perhaps vodka or what about gin?

I ran to my home bar so fast
And what I found left me aghast
If only I’d known
That my whole stock was blown
Oh, the size of my problem was vast