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we actually have a few, but here is one.
Had Bacchus lived with me and mine,
He would have drank no wine, no wine
But said his pray’rs with conscience clear,
And tasted naught but Psi U beer.
Poor Bacchus!
He did lack us;
In all Olympus far and near,
He found no drop of Psi U beer.
—2—
Apollo, with his golden locks,
Had he been truly orthodox,
Would have stopp’d his chariot here,
And swigged a mug of Psi U beer.
Poor Apollo
Had to follow
His sundry courses all the year,
Without a drop of Psi U beer.
—3—
If Jove had learned a Christian creed,
He would have sent down Ganymede,
To buy him in this mundane sphere
A valiant mug of Psi U beer.
Poor Jovey!
What a covey!
Preferred to take his nectar clear,
And never tasted Psi U beer!
—4—
Come, Lay aside your learnéd tomes,
And seize your tankard while it foams;
We need amid our toil severe,
Ein Frisches Glas of Psi U beer.
Of men or gods,
We ask no odds,
If so they let us linger here,
To quaff, to quaff our Psi U beer
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