I will surprise now, and let the beer flow free,
stout hearted, never better, will I serve
the [h]ale and [he]arty till, ah me! ah me!
Time’s bell tests nerve.
A Free House I’ll be branded, all shall see
light travel sideways when [w]ein stein’s stem curve
each gin finds tonic, magic property
so few deserve.
And I will stretch the laws of prob-habil-ity,
to barrel out from port of strong reserve
and turn to honey money left from tea,
then bedwards swerve.
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