Stand aside lightweights, your queen has come.

“‘Tis the risin’ of the moon,  
‘Tis the risin’ of the moon,  
And hurrah my boys for freedom!  
‘Tis the risin’ of the moon.
 
Well they fought for poor old Ireland, And full bitter was their fate  
Oh! what glorious pride and sorrow Fill the name of Ninety-Eight.  
Yet, thank God, e’en still are beating Hearts in manhood’s burning noon,  
Who would follow in their footsteps, At the risin’ of the moon!  
At the rising of the moon, at the risin’ of the moon,  
Who would follow in their footsteps, at the risin’ of the moon.”

“Oh shit! Boys, Berry has arrived! Prepare to have yer arses handed to you.”

Go home berry punch………. while you can!

Still dragging yesterday’s hangover, so no thanks.