Swedish Scientist

The grumpy Swedish scientist with his shoulder length white hair
Does not speak or even acknowledge, just emits a frosty glare
His name is as eminent as his yellowing horn rimmed specs
His work of thirty years that in his stature does reflect
I spent a week at distance, aware but from afar
Intimidated by a viking with no axe, no beard, no scar
So how has it come to this, he's bringing me a drink
Introducing an ancient game and instructing me to sing
In Swedish that I'm a drunkard and then I'm duly led
To swallow pint in whole and upturn glass upon my head
And round the table it goes while we beat upon the wood
I think it's killing off my liver but it'll do m'career some good