In the Pub There's nothing like just sitting in the pub Contemplating frosty winter days, Supping ale and ordering some grub; Chips with something is my current craze. A pub that has a crackling, roaring fire Exudes an atmosphere that's hard to beat. There can be nothing else you should require, Except some company you'd like to meet. For some, though, drinking is the major task And who am I to disagree with this, Especially when all that one can ask Is sinking several pints into the bliss. Yes, let's sit here in the pub on winter days When sunset is at four and darkness falls All around us in a way that says 'Drink up your beer, another tankard calls!'