Loving brew, oh,
The best kind is ice-cold brew,
Wetting me so,
But I want it more frosty.
I'm gonna make a "beersicle,"
So cold,
Yes, I'm gonna make a beersicle,
Ice cold.
I will love it when I chew
On that fab frozen brew.

Oh, oh, it'll be so
Incredibly damn easy.
Just need to go
Outside, to my yew--
Get some sticks to make me beersicles
So cold,
And then I can lick my beersicles
On poles.
Stick those sticks in the brew
Then freeze it till it's blue.

It won't be soaking wet when I ingest brew
In this form--rock-hard to the touch.
Won't have to drink it down; it will last me
An entire afternoon, maybe more.

But if the sun's high
In the sky, at perigee,
So hot, to fry
Eggs on concrete in town,
That's gonna melt my beersicle,
Ice floe,
And I'll swelter without beersicle
Oh no!
Then what I will have to do--
Go back to drinking brew.