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.