Bawk, Balk, Bock
Imminent Brewing

I say, I say, this here Bock, it’s a beer, son! It ain’t no chicken talkin, and just cause I’m talkin’ don’t make me a chicken. I’m a roo–I say–I’m a rooster! It ain't about baseball pitchin no how neither! And it certainly don’t have nothin’ to do with no old, dead musical composers! No sir! You’re more mixed up than a feather in a whirlwind! Now pay attention, ‘cause I’m not just talkin’ to hear my head roar! I say, this here Bock is a delicious, smooth and malty lager. It’s about as fine a beer as you’ll find this side of the Mississippi, or on the other side for that matter. That’s right, a BEER. That’s what I’ve been–I say, that’s what I’ve been tellin’ you, son! It’s a BOCK!