Only seven percent of the entire Irish barley crop goes to the production of Guinness beer.
Obviously that begs the question: Why do they even bother to produce the other ninety-three percent? I mean seriously, the barley that is rejected by Guinness is destined to an inglorious life. In the words of that old Irish barley folksong:
If I can’t be Guinness, I don’t wanna be!
If I can’t be Guinness, there is no place for me!
If I can’t be Guinness, there is no purpose that I can see!
If I can’t be Guinness, just put me out of my misery!
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