By Ryan Laverty
I can shotgun from a can,
I can drink it like a man.
I can sip it from a long-neck,
I can drink it on my back deck.
The thought of it makes me happy,
I hate those who say it’s crappy.
Like a shark who first tastes blood,
Once I taste it, I can’t get enough.
There may be more important beers,
But its golden hue always endears.
So tip a pint with a friend,
And be thankful for Canadian.