The James T. Callow Folklore Archive

BARROOM MOUSE

THE LIQUOR WAS SPILT ON THE BARROOM FLOOR,
AND THE BAR WAS CLOSED FOR THE NIGHT.
WHEN THE MOUSE CREPT FROM HIS HOLE IN THE WALL,
HE SAT IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT.
HE LICKED UP THE LIQUOR FROM THE BARROOM FLOOR
AND ON HIS HAUNCHES HE SAT.
AND ALL NIGHT LONG YOU COULD HEAR HIM CROAK,
BRING ON THE GODDAMN CAT}"

Where learned: DETROIT