Eponymous beer no.2

by kangarooseamstress

I met a kingfisher,

he was a real fist-squisher.

We went for an eponymous beer and well,

you get the picture.

He fluffed his wings and flew away

rain! rain! go away!

My bird, birdie blue again

I heard that you were suffering,

come back to ma cosy den and we can do some cuddling.