Welcome to my humble tavern

Let me serve you a goblet of wine

Of deep crimson, and a bit warm

You shall remember its taste for all time

It tastes like no wine you’ve ever had

That much I can guarantee

See, it’s not made of grapes

But of a source I can’t tell to thee

Now, I mustn’t share my secrets

Call it a merchant’s insurance

My competitors must not know

Confidentiality is my only assurance

So why not fill your cup

Once?  Thrice? Nay, five times!

Drink up and let us celebrate

And share many riddles and rhymes!

Why you’ve had so much

You’re such a greedy...

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