It`s mighty quiet in the house Since Mary Ellen quit me cold; I`ve swept the hearth and fed the mouse That`s getting fat and overbold. I`ve bought a pig`s foot for the pot And soon I`ll set the fire alight; Then I may eat or I may not, Depends upon my appetite. Since Mary Ellen left me lone I haven`t earned a bloody bob. I sit and sigh, and mope and moan, And bellyache I quit my job. My money`s mostly gone,—I think I ought to save it up for food . . . But no, I`ll blow it in for drink, Then do a bunk for good. I watch my mouse his whiskers preen; He watches me with wicked glee. Today—oh God! It`s years sixteen Since Mary Ellen wed with me. Oh how the dear girl hated vermin! She left rat poison on the shelf . . . Friend Mouse, your doom I new determine Then—how about myself?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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