Barley Girl Poem by James Merchant

Let me tell you 'bout my barley girl
I planted her in the middle of the world
Summer was her best of seasons
The outcome right but for all the wrong reasons

Let me tell you 'bout my barley girl
She made the finest brew in the world
She was cut finer than sawdust
And broken down more than a promise

Let me tell you 'bout my barley darling
She threw a tantrum like a blue-beaked starling
She went off with a frantic hen-pecked cry
On the most bitter beautiful fourth of July