It's the little red bottle,
Whose contents shall throttle,
Shaped like a saint of winter,
Enshrined in a trademarker.

Looks all young and funky,
Drinking lots gives you a monkey,
Always sold to keep you healthy,
But it keeps your dentist wealthy.

Fantastic automated shopping,
No need for communicating,
Pop in cash, its stimulating,
It rolls out, no more waiting.

For God and country, it's so cold,
Exports right around the world.
Harmless brown and fizzy,
Understand and feel quite dizzy.

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