I wrote this, and it upsets me that there are so many errors in it. It really distorts the meaning. So, for anyone who is interested, I would like to correct it. The corrections are in all capitals.
From Barrel BUNG, my glass, if you could fill
Tonight I find I have some time to kill
My drink? A draught of gold and amber hue
A velvet blend. A yeasty, HOPPY brew
Look I upon a field of grains and wheat
I do not see the bread of which I eat.
IT'S stouts and creamy ales that fill my VIEW,
And porters, pilsners, bocks, and lagers too.
Though wine and spirits, high, may lift your voice
Mere red, rose, or white is not a choice.
A whiskey glass does not present a head
Of frothy suds atop a LIQUID bed.
A SNIFTER'S port can't possibly replace
A sea of foam above a limpid base.
Your glass, lift high, to God we give our praise.
We thank you Lord for every glass we raise
To health! to life! we raise our glasses high
And drink our brew till MORNINGTIDE is NIGH.
Written by Gemma Salt.
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