This one goes out to Warren (Weggl)

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Just finished putting down my Citrade Pale Ale and I started coping grief about the aroma. Before I knew it I was making up and singing a song to the tune of Green Green Grass of Home.

Thought I would share the first verse with Weggel our resident poet, I am sure he can critique it and even add a chorus and other verse.

[whistling

The whole house smells like hops as I finish off the boil

And there complaining is the missus and the daughters

So down the hall I walk with my sweet brew

Hops like citrus and malt so smooth

Its good to smell the sweet brew made at home.

 

[weggl]

Eddie, don't know the tune, so.

 

The whole house smells like hops

Just finish off the boil

 

And there complaining is the missus

Cares not about my toil

 

So down the hall I walk

Ignoring all the talk

 

With my citrus brew and smooth malt

Hops and yeast without a single fault

 

Its good to smell the home brew sweet

With its aroma wafting down the street