SASPARILLA!
Sasparilla's been a word that's always fascinated!
Although I hear that, now, the concept's really rather dated.
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Growing up in England, I heard this Yanky word,
And I thought it was the most romantic name I'd ever heard!
I was drinking lemon juice or something else quite boring,
While, over in America, the populace was pouring
This wildly stimulating drink down each and every throat!
Oh how I longed to pack my bags and get on the next boat!
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The very word rolls off the tongue in a manner so exotic!
Surely it held ingredients quite dangerously hypnotic!
Picture a grey mid-winter's day in a little British town
There's 'Rinkly' thinking of the drink, longing to gulp it down;
To be whisked away to join the Sasparilla devotees,
Lounging in gay abandon underneath strange foreign trees!
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With President Roosevelt looking manly standing at the tiller
Easing his tension with a handy glass of Sasparilla!
With a young girl on a skyscraper wrestling a gorilla,
And winning easily every time she sipped some Sasparilla!
With Raymond Chandler writing books, possibly a thriller,
Getting inspiration from a glass of Sasparilla!
With Al Capone, a Mafia lad, but an efficient killer,
Demanding his favourite sustenance, gin and Sasparilla!
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What an exciting life they led on the other side of the ocean!
Merely thinking of it now fills me with deep emotion!
With a young girl on a skyscraper wrestling a gorilla,
And winning easily every time she sipped some Sasparilla!
With Raymond Chandler writing books, possibly a thriller,
Getting inspiration from a glass of Sasparilla!
With Al Capone, a Mafia lad, but an efficient killer,
Demanding his favourite sustenance, gin and Sasparilla!
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What an exciting life they led on the other side of the ocean!
Merely thinking of it now fills me with deep emotion!
Please write and tell me (making sure,of course, that it's the truth!)
How Sasparilla brought a reckless element to your youth!
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