On Old Olympic Mountain Tops <br />two Germans sat and chewed some hops. <br />They had no barrels and no tools <br />and didn't know that they were fools. <br />Their hope was that persistent chewing <br />makes obsolete the need for brewing. <br />One day, the skys did open up <br />the two did not possess a cup <br />thus both did open wide their mouths <br />and pointed noses to the South. <br />The rain filled up the empty space <br />ballooning out each fellow's face. <br />In minutes came, out of each ear <br />the best Olympic German beer. <br />So, you can see that good intentions <br />can scrap the need for all conventions.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/german-beer/
