Remember the days, in the Beijing of old,
When the hutong were bustling, and the Yanjing was cold?
The air came in flavors, most heavy with soot,
And old dirty bar street, was less navigable by foot.
On every street corner, you could find a jianbing,
Before Fangjia was lost, to the great brickening.
Those days are all gone now,
Soon your hares will be, too
But don’t shed a tear,
As we bid you adieu.
Just come see us off,
We’ll go out with a bang,
Ignore all the rules,
And drink all we can!
Paint the sky white,
Bring light to the dark,
(And quite possibly,
Get kicked out of the park)
***Warning: Brace yourselves for liquor down-downs (your hares have lots to get rid of)
****Also: Sparklers! (bring gloves)