Never having pre-loaded toasts ready to go except for, "Here's to swimmin' with bow-legged wimmen," I made a few of my own. Enjoy.
Raise your glass for this kampai
The bottle empties until it's dry
A grape or grain, barley or rye;
A taste of time as life goes by.
A kampai to outkampai all the rest
The trace of sweetness in your breath;
Close your eyes and wonder when
And the best kampai will begin and end.
- by Cagey