Tell me please, Mister Q. Cumber,
That I may my thoughts unencumber,
How in the world there came to be
This fine soda named after thee.
Among the rows of bubbly pop
The flavors never seem to stop:
Apple, grape, strawberry, and lime.
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
But there, alone, anonymous,
Sat this drink eponymous.
Amidst the fruit and cola horde,
A drink that tastes just like a gourd!
So my mind is left to wonder
How the essence of cucumber
Became such a delicious drink.
I’ll never know, that’s what I think!