The shadow of a sleeping dog is warm.
His pillow is purloined from the couch.
Naughty, naughty boy.
The brown bottle bears a fish on the label.
The bitter hops box and dance with John Barleycorn.
The fiddler strikes up while a Yorkshire lass warbles.
In the pealing air, white pelicans wheel under the tower.
Skimming the water, they pump with orange toes.
Bluff and bold, big Johnny limps to the tower.
The first 2:22 of this video is banter.
The song is worth the wait, doubly so if you enjoy a pint now and again.