"Why, if ’tis dancing you would be,
There’s brisker pipes than poetry.
Say, for what were hop-yards meant,
Or why was Burton built on Trent?
Oh many a peer of England brews
Livelier liquor than the Muse,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God’s ways to man."

-- A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad.

[It struck me recently that "Terence, This Is Stupid Stuff" can be sung pretty well in the style of the Bee Gees hit "Staying Alive."]