The Little Brown Mouse

Oh, the liquor was spilt on the bar room floor

And the bar was closed for the night

And the little brown mouse came out of his hole

And sat in the clear moonlight

Oh he lapped up the liquor on the bar room floor

And on his haunches he sat

And all night long you could hear him ROAR...

"Bring on the puddy-tat!"

Oh the cat came out about half past two

And ate up the little brown mouse

And the moral of the story is.....

Never take a drink on the house! Hic! Meow!