With quinine’s quill, a tale is written,

Tonic water, by some, smitten.

A bitter taste, a sparkle clear,

In every glass, a tonic cheer.

Mix with gin, a classic born,

In tonic’s bubbles, spirits worn.

A drink of health, of history’s shade,

In malaria’s fight, a part it played.

A toast to the bitter, to the sweet,

In tonic water, opposites meet.

An acquired taste, a journey’s start,

In its essence, a bartender’s art.