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The Song Challenge:   By popular demand, this Challenge! is from Roger the Skiffler, who posted this message on this thread. It kind of gives a new meaning to the phrase "Come on in, the water's fine!" -- Bourbon fire in Kentucky -- The fire consumed a seven-storey warehouse A distillery blaze fuelled by thousands of gallons of whiskey has destroyed a warehouse and threatened water supplies in central Kentucky.  A spokesman for the Wild Turkey whiskey company said thousands of bourbon casks had been exploding like gunfire at the peak of the blaze in a seven-storey warehouse near the town of Lawrenceburg.  No one was seriously injured, although two firefighters were overcome by fumes and heat. An investigation has started into the cause of the fire.  Water contaminated -- The authorities shut down a local water treatment plant after a large amount of burning bourbon mixed with water from fire hoses flowed into the Kentucky River.  Lawrenceburg officials ordered unnecessary water usage in restaurants and car washes to be halted temporarily.  The burning alcohol also set fire to woods behind the water treatment plant.  The warehouse was one of 12 at the plant. Company officials said each facility contained 15,000-20,000 barrels filled with bourbon.  The distillery - the only one where the famous Wild Turkey brand is made - is still operating. The company spokesman said supplies of the bourbon would not be affected. He said the whiskey in the destroyed warehouse would not have been ready for drinking for another 10 years.  Wild Turkey is owned by the French spirits conglomerate Pernod-Ricard SA.

Burning Bourbon by Spider Tom

The station bells were ringing,
The firemen were singing,
As quickly they were flinging,
Their helmets and their hose,
And they wondered at the chances,
As the fiery flame advances,
Can you put out burning Bourbon,
With a common fire hose?
Can you fight a bourbon fire,
With a common fire hose?

The building was fast burning,
And the stills were hissing, spitting,
And the oak kegs they were splitting,
And they fed the hungry flame,
And the firemen were learning,
That when Bourbon is a'burning,
You be foolish, if you get too close,
But they fought it all the same.
And the Bourbon was Kentucky,
Wild Turkey was its name.

And burnt grog filled the river,
And the fish were going loopy,
Swimming in the soupy,
Sludgy, murky water way,
And the fire never tired, 
Took its time to be expired,
And the fighters were exhausted,
Covered in the ash and spray.
You can never throw the towel in,
They can't turn and walk away.

Battered, beat and tired,
The flame was now, retired,
Though, fire sits and waits its chance,
To bite, another day,
And they had to close the river,
The small towns water giver,
Cause it needed proper cleaning,
That's what they did say,
A rest time so the Alcohol,
Had time to float away.

From Seattle to Nantucket,
Folk were heading there with buckets,
In the only known, Bourbon rush,
On record to this day,
They had sheriffs at the border,
And fighting over water,
As they frenzied, fire waters,
Were drunk or swilled away,
It's amazing what a man will do,
To carry Drink away.

But it's rumoured, the real winners,
Were the fire fighters,
Having emptied all their water tanks,
Hoseing out the fire,
It was whispered that they left the scene,
With full tanks on their truck,
Cause they knew just, how to,
Switch from squirt, to suck.
What would we do, me or you?,
Switch from squirt to suck.

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