On Old Olympic Mountain Tops

They had no barrels and no tools
and didn’t know that they were fools.
Their hope was that persistent chewing
makes obsolete the need for brewing.
One day, the skys did open up
the two did not possess a cup
thus both did open wide their mouths
and pointed noses to the South.
The rain filled up the empty space
ballooning out each fellow’s face.
In minutes came, out of each ear
the best Olympic German beer.
So, you can see that good intentions
can scrap the need for all conventions.

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