My mother used to sing :Don't Hit Your Mother" to us, not that we tried. She also sang us this drinking song which her father, a civil engineer, used to roar in his cups:Glorious! Glorious!
One keg of beer for the four of us!
Praise be to God there's no more of us,
'Cuz one of us could drink it all alone!Repeat ad infinitum...
Regards,
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