At 5 In The Morning

At 5 in the mornin'
I woke to my brother snorin'
From somewhere in the house a pot did break
And around the corner ran a little old mouse
Behind the house came our big fat cat
Flying through the room like a great big knat
Around the corner and across the room
Came my mom holding a stiff bristled broom
Through a hole in the wall that mouse did flee
And the cat hit the wall and yowled as if stung by a bee
My Mom swung at the cat with that stiff bristled broom
And the cat scurried out of the room