Look at Dionysus sipping his wine

Sittin’ across the bar feeling intertwined 

He’s feeling tipsy with a load of grapes

And he’s staring at a bunch of snakes 

He's at the bar trying to have a break

While he sits and his back aches 

Yet he's feeling happily merry 

Just like his wine that tastes like cranberries

Son of Zeus and Semele he thrives 

And when he grows he says his goodbyes 

But Dionysus has a purpose for he is fine

Because he sits at the bar to sip his wine