To every Sean, Seamus, Molly and Erin--Happy St. Patrick's Day.
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 moonlight.
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 god damn cat!"