The liqueur was spilled on the bar room floor
The bar was closed for the night
When out from his hole crept a little brown mouse
And he sat in the pale moonlight

Well he lapped up the liqueur from the barroom floor
And back on his haunches he sat
And all night long you could hear him roar
Singing, "Bring on the goddamn cat!"

As the clock struck four and not a minute more
The cat skunked into the Bar through his hole in the door
And he gobbled up the little brown mouse in a flash
The moral of the story is that you can't drink if you haven't any cash!

My mom and I used to sing this when I was a kid lol. Slightly inappropriate but it was my absolute favorite nursery rhyme or poem to hear as a child. Haha my mom isn't Irish lol she is however a drinker I guess she thought it was appropriate but either way I thought it was sooo great as a little kid. I requested it like every other day for years!