Perusing the aisles of Willy's one day,
I spied your carboard carton.
I thought you'd only be a bore,
and leave my checkbook smartin'.
Your awful name intrigued me, though,
"Is it swamp water?" I said.
I tossed you in the cart that eve'
and moved on to the bread.
Once at home I cracked your lid
(I wondered if I'd need to chew).
I took a cautious swig, unnknowing
Life would soon begin anew.
A flock of cherubs sang out my ears
My heart, it nigh exploded.
Everything my taste buds once liked
was now, by far, outmoded.
You're Christmas in a glass, dear glögg.
You're Jesus-Inspired Brew.
You're sugar and spice and everything nice
But you've got some puppy tail, too:
I spied upon your blessed vessel
A note saying "Alkoholfri."
There must be a naughty version out there
But let's keep it away from me...
I'm hunting down your recipe, glögg,
I must have you on demand.
Back at home, they need to meet you--
The Glögg Party's already planned.