I wonder if this qualifies as a food?
The IRN BRU Song
What gives we Scots our courage? What makes us 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?
It’s none of the above we love. It’s you – 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 our special booze. It’s you – 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 you – IRN BRU!
Chinese at ease sip China Teas, stout Irish tipple stout,
Transylvanians suck maidens’ blood, then hang about.
We thirsty Scots quaff pots and pots of what is tried and true,
Our trusty friend up to the end, just you – IRN BRU!
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