The Mudcat Tavern Anthem by Susan A-R, Bert, Áine, Mían, and Alice

Áine's Comments: You just had to be there -- Don't Dream It! BE IT!

S'paw's at the door again,
Yeah, THAT door
Cleigh's cleaned the shrimp up
and he's whistling for more
Roger's smashing tiples
(What's a hammer for??)
And it's Thursday at the Mudcat Tavern

Mick's in the kitchen
Cooking something great
MMario's looking baffled
At the brownies he just ate
THE FAIR ONE's in the jello pit
(Mick starts to salivate)
And it's Friday in the Mudcat Tavern

The home computer users
Are the only ones that's here,
And all the worker lurkers
Are home, crying in their beer
But they'll be back the first thing Monday
Don't you ever fear,
And it's Saturday in The Mudcat Tavern

Áine's stirring up her chili
And as the cauldron boils,
She casts a spell on HFA
For spoiling Max's toils
She smells and tastes and cackles
(Mick salivates again)
And it's Saturday in The Mudcat Tavern

Tippling the Black Vile Stuff
As east coast churchbells chime
Or getting hammered in the buff
On Wyo' Mountain Time
It looks like Sunday, sure enuf',
But while you read this rhyme
It's Twilight Zone in the Mudcat Tavern.

The worker lurkers join the club
And catch up on the threads.
They're giggling at what's in the tub
They're poppin' Neil Young meds.
They're looking o'er their shoulder now
The boss is what they dread,
And it's Monday at the Mudcat Tavern.

S'paw comes in a bitchin
At the door, the pets, the food
(Yeaah, the yacks and the flamingos
have been getting rather rude)
But the man who blows a possum
has no right to be a prude
And it's Tuesday in the Mudcat Tavern.

There's oysters in abundance
And there's even spuds and crepes.
I made myself a tango dress
From old green velvet drapes.
I've got a rose between my teeth,
And Mario's peeling grapes,
Oh, it's Wednesday at the Mudcat Tavern!