Ben Franklin Mob H3

Oh, the liquor was spilled on the barroom floor,
And the shop was closed for the night,
When out from his hole crept a little brown mouse,
And sat in the pale moonlight.

He lapped up the liquor on the barroom floor,
And back on his haunches he sat,
And all night long you could hear him roar,
BRING ON THE GODDAMNED CAT!

Oh, the cat came out and they had a little spat,
And the cat ate up on the mouse, (Chomp! Chomp!)
And the moral of the story is,
YOU CAN’T DRINK LIQUOR ON THE HOUSE!