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.