We dined on poured liquid
The usual spot
Busy old place again
Stopping the rot
It was the tea of us kings
Black gold to the touch
You know of our pleasure
Irish be loved
Such noise from the rable
I smiled as I mouthed
A place for the locals
And tribes all around
Now join us in saying
New life be within
The Fox be thy phoenix
Such wonderus sin
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 6:29 PM UTC
We dined on poured liquid
The usual spot
Busy old place again
Stopping the rot
It was the tea of us kings
Black gold to the touch
You know of our pleasure
Irish be loved
Such noise from the rable
I smiled as I mouthed
A place for the locals
And tribes all around
Now join us in saying
New life be within
The Fox be thy phoenix
Such wonderus sin
