The Mouse on the Barroom Floor

Some Guinness was spilt on the barroom floor,
When the pub was shut for the night.
Out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse
& stood in the pale moon light.

He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor,
Then back on haunches he sat
And all night long you could hear him roar;
"Bring on the Godd*mn cat!"