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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