The Mouse On The Barroom Floor

Some Guiness was spilt 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 God Damn cat!"


Don't recall where I got this or who penned it- memorized it when I was 12ish. I was not allowed to
say the curse-- that spoiled all the fun.