The vitamins B-six and two
are present and so good for you.
A bit of substance folic acid
keeps belly folds from going flaccid.
Though beer is one good diuretic
(and, in excess, a strong emetic)
so let the doubters drink their booze
and in the morning face the blues.
Australia makes some lovely Ale
and I must end this little tale
and grab a can as cold as ice
it’s great I have no other vice.
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