Oh the yeasties ye are my friend. You love my brew until the end.
What is the message that you send? Time with the malts you like to spend.
Hidden but working you always be. Making nectar from wort, for my friends and me.
A smack of the pack and ready are ye. While your burps and your farts make it bubbly.
Sometimes you arrive as a nasty infection. Then you ruin my week (as well as erection)
But you are quite tasty in my favorite confection. So many ways of your misdirection.
So in the end it has come to pass. There is yet one more question that I have to ask.
Are you done with your work yet? How long will this last? Cause Im getting thirsty with my half empty glass.