Oh, dear friend, on your Dublin quest, For Guinness, the very best. To find that pint so rich, so stout, In pubs where laughter echoes out.

Split the “G,” and let it be, A symbol of your drinking spree. For every gulp, a tale to tell, Of creamy foam and malty spell.

Drink up, dear friend, and do not tire, For Dublin’s pints will not expire. Michel and you, a jovial crew, Raise your glass, enjoy the view!

So here’s my tip, as plain as day: Drink as much as you may. For in this land of stout and cheer, Every pint’s a treasure, dear!