Some Guinness was spilled on the barroom floor
When the pub was shut for the night
Out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse
And stood in the pale moonlight
He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor
Then back on his haunches he sat
And all night long you could hear him roar:
'Bring on the goddam cat'
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