Ode to Osprey Coozie

O Osprey coozie,

 how cozy, how woozy

I feel as I drink my beer you keep cool.

You're purple and foamy,

and my beer, not so loamy,

is perfectly tempertured in your embrace.

In the palm of my hand,

it is dry as warm sand,

how refreshingly arid you keep me!

And no coaster is needed,

for your protection is ceded,

and my wooden end tables are clean.

For, Osprey coozie,

how picky, how choosey

was I as I set down my drink!

But you and your hugs

make me melt onto rugs,

but perhaps that's only the beer.