When comparisons made and some give a knock
Its ignorance only that gives them the shock
They walk in the door and in just a mo'
The smells and the service win them all o'er
They're used to the amber, so cold that it burns
But soon it's the flavour of ale that they yearn.
The brews are quite brilliant, sight, smell, taste.
They're served with an air of passion and grace.
From Bob's to the Bells, a dark Porter or two
There are seasonal tipples to see the year through.
And matched with the ales when you're right in the mood,
The kitchen's a winner, with real pub food.
Now the landlord's a gem and he's offered to shout
The regular patrons, who live round about.
So its hey diddle diddle, a turn on the fiddle
A jig and a reel on the floor
And the Bitter and Twisted that leaves them spellbound
As the cries all ring out for more!!
