ONE morning when the boss wsa out somewhere
And when the clerk was at the bank and me
And her was here alone together, she
Let out a screech and jumped up in the air
And grabbed her skirts and yelled: 'A mouse!' And there
One came a-runnin' right at her, and, gee!
They wasn't a blame thing that I could see
To whack it with, except an office chair.

I grabbed one up and made a smash and hit
Her desk and broke a leg clear off somehow,
And when the boss came back and looked at it
He said that I would have to pay, and now,
When ma finds out I know just what I'll git--
Next pay-day there will be an awful row.