Mine’s A Pint! by Frank Callery published on 2022-07-03T10:33:41Z Mine’s a Pint! Soon! Oh! Soon! They will come to anoint, The man who saved the imperial pint, And brought in a dozen or two other changes: The gallon, the peck, that science would hate, And the yard and a half that’s the height of your gate. And there’s not a kid who can measure in inches, At the thought of an ounce the poor brain it flinches! But Boris the Baron will count every foot And drop a few pounds when he goes for a jog, After a feast of French wine and wild hog. Chorus The Edict of Boris is sure to impress It will make the front page of the Mail, the Express: ‘We’ll bring back the pint, the bushel the peck, And all of our bottles will be ‘by the neck’! We’ll get rid of the litre, the mil. with a smile, And we’ll measure our drudgery, mile after mile! And poor Carrie will have to remeasure the walls, After her battle with paper appalls! And some wealthy donor will have to cough up For paper is dear by the yard when it’s sold It’s twenty-four inches in width when it’s rolled. And what will the boffins and scientists do now? When they have to compute, by this holy cow? Will William Heath Robinson turn in his grave? When he hears his designs have been pinched - What a nerve! For with Johnson you’ll get what you rightly deserve! But it’s down at the doctor’s the trouble will start? How will he measure each black spot, each fart? - And the needles they have, are measured in mils! - And what should you use when you hand in your sample? Oh a pint or a half is sure to be ample! Chorus The Edict of Boris is sure to impress It will make the front page of The Mail, The Express: ‘We’ll bring back the pint, the bushel the peck, And all of our bottles will be ‘by the neck’! We’ll get rid of the litre, the mil., with a smile, And we’ll measure our drudgery, mile after mile! - Frank Callery! Genre Folk & Singer-Songwriter