The Predator's Saliva

Osmotar, the father of beer

He walked to the edge of the fields

The barley had come from Pellonpekko

Thus the barley was added to beer

Osmotar he rubbed his hands

So he rubbed them time after time

Thus the animals had come to life

Those fetchers of the seasoning

He got the sap and he got spruce sprouts

Those he had fetched from the woods

That's how Osmotar prepared the beer

Out of hops and barley

But the beer would not ferment

The costly ale lies still in place

That's when the means were found by him

By Osmotar, the god of beer

Get the predator's salive

Then he followed the instructions

So he fetched the bear's salive

It was time for the beer to ferment

The dark proper beer so fragrant

Thus a toast was made to Ukko

Thus the pints of beer were raised

The holiest drink of them all

Which is called the sap of the gods