The little gray mouse that lives in the Calibration Shop.
THE CALIBRATOR'S POEM
There was a cat named army green. Who was tuff and oh so mean. He gave no quarter when he stalked a rat for he was such a mighty cat. Then one night at the "o" club door he met the mouse, the mouse that roared. The mouse stood his ground and showed no fear as he lifted his glass and drank his beer. Who was this mouse who stood so bold that backed not one inch into the cold. Calibrator was this mouse's name he wasn't afraid, that was plain for he was the best, the best in the world. So he downed his beer and gave a twirl. The cat got bold and gave a leap but the mouse was faster on his feet. The cat made a scream and looked around and found his tail upon the ground. He ran to the door and away he did sail for what good is a cat without a tail. The mouse is king, so he rings the bell and tells them all to go to hell. Now each time the bell does ring he lifts his glass and begins to sing.....

WELL-L-L-L,
THE LIQUOR WAS SPILT ON THE BAR ROOM FLOOR,
THE BAR WAS CLOSED FOR THE NIGHT.
WHEN OUT OF HIS HOLE CAME A LITTLE GRAY MOUSE;
WHO SAT IN THE PALE MOON LIGHT.

WELL-L-L-L,
HE LAPPED UP THE LIQUOR ON THE BAR ROOM FLOOR;
AND ON HIS HAUNCHES HE SAT.
AND-ALL-NIGHT LONG YOU COULD HEAR HIM ROAR-R-R-R!;
BRING ON THE GODDAMN CAT!


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