It was the dark red sweet sipping syrup
That relaxed them for Christmas
It was the special fruit finish that digested the feast
The licor so fine it would warm the throat for many minutes
Tropical but altogether overcast eve
Some cunning festive fanatic has a bottle up his sleeve
And out it comes empty oily pans and plates
here is the cure to allure the palate
The blessed juice of the Jabuticaba
Blended with fine herbs and spice
and left in the barrel for a month or twice
And in the glass it's color dances you glance you sniff and want to chance it
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