XXVI.

One morning when the boss was 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 come 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.