Feed the Lohocla - Tankard

Was it destiny that one day It was born

Drunk creature of the night who haunts us for our brew

It was dark, midnight or so, when most had left for home

Breath of life, Lohocla lives, the barley entity

Now it is alive spawned from the loins of beer

Throat parched and on a quest to quench his — die hard thirst

All he asks oblige him in giving up your drink

It’s okay, don’t shit your pants, he’s tamer than you think

Where is he from?

Why is he here?

Nocturnal boozer on a pursuit of beer

So set him free from sobriety-tonight!

Inebriate!

One of his favorite words

Control his state of mind though he has no dime

Out of cash and out of stash, he’s coming off his high

Time to cruise the local joints to mooch Iiquld food

Wading through the bar and wasted off his ass

Lohocla’s drunk again yet still he begs for more

One day you’ll encounter him

You’d better share your beer