Iechyd Da Mr. Noah Bach(Tales from Wales)

Now man did sense that God was peeved,
Homo sapiens had lost the plot,
To Noah he said, “Go! Build an ark”
To others, “You’ve had your lot”.


So Noah sailed the eastern sea
In his wide and woody tub,
But what it was that he missed most
Was a good old-fashioned pub.


For with water, water, everywhere
And he, thirsting like a drain,
The rising damp seeped through his bones
To dry rot his weary brain.


For forty days he steered that craft,
By then the sky was clear,
So he parked it by Llangeinor Arms
And called in for a beer.


And sitting there to his surprise
Was God with glass held high,
Saying, “Da iawn a chi Mister Noah bach;
Iechyd da; Here’s mud in your eye”.