"Can this be Dionysus? How the deuce! Now, by the very Bacchus, in this guise We do not recognize The son of Zeus. How came this goat-reek? Wine is nectar-scented. The Celt from barley-tops, so We suppose, For want of grapes and nose This brew invented. Beer is no scion of the God etherial, No son of Semele to the lightning born, But plain John Barleycorn, In fact, a Cereal."