Now I lay my grain in the tun,
I pray the day will turn out fun:
When at the end of this brew day,
Give me a ferment with no delay.
Now I add my water to the grain,
I ask the day is not in vain;
Guard the temperature at sixty-five,
Convert the sugars for yeast to thrive.
Now my grain is mashed to wort,
I hope the sparge will not get caught;
I tell you now if it does get stuck,
I’ll be screaming aloud “ah fire… Continue