Oh my dear

Oh lovely beer

How I do love thee

How I do love three

For ever ever more

I’ll even have four

Lovelier than my wives

I’ll stop in for fives

It puts me in heaven

When I have six or seven

Highly I rate

Have at least eight

And I won’t touch wine

Once I’ve had nine

And then again

It’s good to have ten

So why stop at seven

When you can have eleven

Or really start buzzin’

When I get a dozen.