Eight days to beer! A sigh sweeps thro' the nation
Sweeps like a gale from 'Frisco to New York.
('Say! But it's tough, this long anticipation.
Oh boy! I'm rarin' to get at that cork!')
Six days to beer! Was ever waiting bleaker?
And how the dull days drag their slow length by!
('Aw, say! Just let me at a foamin' beaker!
But, nothin' doin'. I'm a legal guy.')
Four days to beer! How slowly Time is creeping,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem