In the land down under, where the sun shines hot,
There lived a liquor merchant named Dan Murphy, who sold the lot.
He peddled all sorts of spirits, both potent and mild,
To quench every parched throat, his shop was styled.
He peddled his wares with a grin and a charm,
But woe betide any troublemakers who did him harm.
For behind his counter, he kept an iron bar,
A weapon to keep the peace, or beat those from lands afar.
But Dan had a secret, one that many a neet knew,
He sold the cheapest goon, that customers would always pursue.
At first, they would relish its sweet, fruity flavor,
But later on, they would realise its vile venomous nature.
Yet, neets would come back, for Dan's prices were fair,
And they would leave with a skip in their step, without a care.
For in Dan Murphy's shop, life was good,
And all could find their nectar or their poison as they should.