Even the Clubman admitted, wetting the tip of his tongue,
"Lo! it is excellent beer! Glory and honour to Bung!"
Straightway the doubters assembled, a prying, unsatisfied horde:
"It is said the materials used are approved by the Revenue Board;
It is claimed that no adjuncts are used, the advertisements say it is pure;
True, the beer is good—and it may be—but can the consumer be sure?"
Wroth was that brewer of liquor, knowing the doubters were right,
User of chemical adjuncts, and methods that bear not the light;
Little he recked of disclosures, much of the profits he cleared,
So in the ear of his father whispered the thing that he feared.