It’s 4 o’clock on a SundayThe regulars file in for a brewThey want porters and ales and Point Proven pilsnerAnd that Frost Monster imperial stout too.
Tarrytown’s Ryan Shawbrought his father JeffKids Oliver and Ella too tagged along. Ryan says, “I naively thought we’d be outside.”But his take on the weather was wrong.
Pour me a beer, you’re the brewery manPour me a beer right away.Just give me a sample of FreshchesterOne chip I gladly will pay.
David Ergenc too lives in TarrytownBut his accent reveals he is SwissAnd pal Monika Sekvencova hails from AstoriaAs a Czech, she is no Swiss miss.
She has the wheat ale they call TwangFeaturing tangerine peels, it’s a real feastMonika sips on the brew, pauses a moment or twoThen says, “I can sure taste the yeast.”
David opted for the India Pale AleHe prefers his beers with big hops. He says, “It’s piney and floral”, to spill it’s immoralSince the Hop Commander’s flavor really pops.
Oh, pour me a beer, Mr. Brewery ManPour me a deep, dark Smoked Porter. Forget about that doofus ahead meJust hurry up with my own order.
Now Mike and Gabby Smith are from HartsdaleThey drove straight to CL after skiing. Mike says that the hills, and winter time’s chillsAre essentially his reason for being.
He has 12 ounces of Frost MonsterWhile Gabby has a cup of Pale Ale Some find winter vicious, but Mike thinks it’s deliciousI bet he’d probably love Vail.
Oh, pour me some beer, Mr. Brewery ManFill up my cup right up this second.Cuz the Kolsch and the Twang and the Liquid GoldAll temptingly, tantalizingly beckon.
Flora Rodriguezheard of the Captain on the radioThe station was WHUD--100.7. She told Alex Slupatchuk, Joe Downs and Pat FlickThat the brewery simply sounded like heaven.
And so they schlepped all the way from Connecticut To check out Captain Lawrence for themselves. And sample the potables, see which are most notableAnd perhaps pick out some merch from the shelves.
Oh, fill up my growler, Mr. Brewery ManThen I’ll be off, on my way.To sip from my gallon while watching Jimmy Fallon And thinking of the fun I had today.
Yes, winter will soon be a memoryAnd the snow finally gone from the grass.We’ll sit on the patio, play some bocce, Daddy-o,Count our blessings as you fill up our glass.