It is an ancient MOAB-ite,
And he stoppeth one of three.
"By thy accordian and pumping arms,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?

"The Mudcat's doors are opened wide,
And I online hath been;
The posts are writ, the songs are set:
May'st hear the merry din."

He holds him with his skinny hand,
"Three men went into a bar," quoth he.
"Hold off! unhand me, musical loon!"
Eftsoons his hand dropt he.