I think that I shall never hear
A poem lovelier than beer.
The stuff that the corner bar has on tap,
With golden base and snowy cap.
The stuff that I can drink all day
Until my mem'ry melts away.
Poems are made by fools, I fear
But only us Germans can make a beer.
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