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derien sings:

Oh the liquor was spilled on the barroom floor,
And the place was closed for the night.
When out of the dark came a little brown mouse,
To sit 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 shout;
"Bring on that gosh-darned cat! "