The grub at the pub is nothing to snub
A taste bud delight, but not good for the tub
Burgers and bangers and chips and peas
Tingling ales to make you weak at the knees
There's always a barman who's worked there too long
He grumbles at a sneeze or the change of a song
A worn pool table and a name like 'The Thirsty Goat'
Bellies bobbling in, looking to wet the throat