A Town with no Cheer

Uncomfortably finding themselves between a rock and a hard place down The Local with regard to the choice on offer, Ol' Blue Eyes felt the only way to deal with this was with a song for his fellow Regulars regaling them with a beautiful rendition:


"It is lonely away from your kindred and all,
In the bushland at night when the warrigals call;
It is sad by the sea where the wild breakers boom,
Or to look on a grave and contemplate doom;
But there's nothing on earth half as lonely and drear,
As to stand in the bar of a pub without beer."


Whereas Gobby had to settle for the inevitable: