I saw a child, a girl of course, actually READING a book, engrossed in it even. It was by this Morpurgo fellow! Meanwhile - The IRN BRU song! It made me the man I am.
The Hogmanay IRN BRU Song
What gives the Scots their courage? What makes them all so frisky?
Is it syrup in the porridge? Is it ginger in the whisky?
Is it wildness in the weather? Is it puddocks in the stew?
Let's answer all together. No! It’s IRN BRU!
Some give three cheers for lager beers in knobbly mugs with lids on.
Some say, 'Hooray for Beaujolais! It's what we raise our kids on!'
Long John Silver swigs (or swogs) hot grogs with all his pirate crew.
But true Scots choose that special booze – old IRN BRU!
This wonder-working potion is the toast of kings and queens.
Take bedsprings, batteries, bicycles, and slot machines,
Souse well in prussic acid, boil a year, then strain it through
Old brillo pads and engine oil for IRN BRU!
Chinese at ease sip China Teas, stout Irish tipple stout,
Transylvanians suck maidens’ blood, then hang about.
But New Year Scots quaff pots and pots of what is tried and true,
A beverage and a religion – IRN BRU!
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