Wednesday, April 30, 2008

"Bring on the Goddam cat. "

The mouse on the bar room floor.

Some Guinness was spilt on the bar room 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,

The back on his haunches he sat,

And all night long you could hear him roar,

"Bring on the Goddam cat."