Tiger! Tiger! burning bright

In the tap-room every night,

What immortal lake or sea

Could equal thy capacity?

Foaming beer in buxom stein--

Pabst, Budweiser, Ballantine--

Whisky, brandy, rum and gin:

What hast thou, a gut of tin?

Tiger! Tiger! Je ne sais

How you put it all away;

Pure experience ain't enough,

Guess you're made of sterner stuff. --The Daily Princetonian.