Some Guiness was spilled on the barroom floor, when the pub was shut for the night. When out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse, and sat 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 goddamn cat."

It'll still have the same God Awful taste,Won"t it? Slainte