An' some of 'em was good an' some was not:
The lagers an' the bitters an' the ales,
But Guinness Stout's the finest o' the lot!
I never 'ad a ha'pint worth o' bok
That equalled 'alf a swaller o' the stout,
An' I never 'ope to get past six o'clock
Wi'out the taste o' Guinness in my mouth.
So let's 'oist a pint o' Guinness to the land from which it comes,
(That's the famous "Im-reld Oil", as it 'as been known to some),
For ye'll never find more flavor in the beers that you 'ave found,
An' ye'll 'ave me for your comrade while you're buying all the rounds!
The 'ead on Guinness leaves a ring o' foam
Now German dopplebok is very fine,
The foregoing is a parody of one my favorites among Rudyard Kipling's Barracks Room Ballads, called "Fuzzy-Wuzzy". I wrote it as a part of a "praise of beer" thread in a forum in which I occasionally post, and I was rather pleased with the way it turned out.