At a cocktail party, a man gets plastered, goes up to the host and says in a slurred voice, "Excuse me, but do lemons have feathers?"
"I beg your pardon?" says the host.
As he struggles to hold his balance, the drunk asks again: "Do lemons have feathers?"
The bemused host says, "No, I don't think so."
The sheepish drunk says, "Oopsie. Then I think I've just squeezed your canary into my drink."