I suppose you're right, Jim, but since this is about an imaginary song, I can imagine whatever kind of pint I want, right?

Here's a middle verse. Maybe THE middle verse. I'm still mulling.

Good times we spent together
Around this glass-stained table
As time and trials have bound us to each other
Wings of songs we sang together
Carry him across,
Where echoes of them ring forevermore

Blessings,
Barbara