Wine
I grew up in a vineyard,
And was well cared for by dad,
Then when I was old enough,
Into the
press I was led
Two different colours I can be,
If I am red my friends are meat,
And we will be very merry,
For I will compliment the feast.
When my happy friends are fish,
Then I'm chilled, and I am white
To accompany that dish,
So everything will be right.
With these simple rules we'll be fine,
Because you see, my name is Wine.