the brandywine has struck
from the tops of your cheeks
right down to you feet
you heard it from the birds
and heard it from the bees
now you're hearing it from me
the brandywine has struck
you're woozy and acting floozie
but you're never going to stop
not till you drip drip drop
straight from the bottle into your maw
it burns like your cheeks in the candle light
This is actually lyrics to a song I'm writing right now. They don't really translate well into poetry and I removed a lot of lines, but I thought it would be nice to get them out there. I got really frustrated with my ukulele chords while writing, so I took a break to post this here.