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We was in the kitchen one night,
Just hangin’out with Dad,
Betty and Billy and Bobby and me,
Laughin’ an’ talkin’ an’ havin’ us some fun.
Dad was at the stove,
Doin’ what he does best
With hamburger meat
And onion and cheese.
The good smell from the smoke
Risin’ above the stove
Made our mouths ‘awater.
It must’ve smelt’ good, too,
To a runt of a mouse
That sneaked into the kitchen,
‘Alookin’ for its supper.
When Betty seen that mouse,
She screamed louder ‘an
A crowd at a football game
When our team scores a touchdown.
Billy give a big loud hoot,
While Bobby and me jist’ watched.
Billy run ta’ fetch a broom
Ta’ try an’ wallop that mouse.
He give a mighty swing at it,
And some broom straws barely tapped
The bottom of Dad’s old gray pants.
Dad thought that runt mouse
Had climbed up his pant leg,
And he commenced to dancin’
The funniest dance we ever seen.
He whirlt’ aroun’ on one leg
While he shook the other one,
The one he thought that mouse was on,
With a big ole’ kick.
It was a sight to behold,
Better than anythin’ in a wild dance contest.
We laughed to beat the band,
Betty and Billy and Bobby and me,
Which made us cry so hard,
I thought we’d hafta’ mop
The tears offa’ the floor.
In the middle of all the fuss,
That skeert littel mouse
Run outta’ sight,
Prob’ly glad to get away from
Such strange actin’ giants.
We stopped laughin’,
And then we took it up agin’,
Betty and Billy and Bobby and me,
But Dad dint' think it was all that funny.
We wished we had us a camera
So we coulda' been makin’ a video of Dad’s dance,
But it don’t matter.
We’ll never forget what we seen that night,
Betty and Billy and Bobby and me.
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