Six little mice sat down to spin;
Pussy passed by and she peeped in;
“What are you doing, my little men?”
“Weaving coats for gentlemen.”
“Shall I come in and cut off your threads?”
“No, no, Mistress Pussy, you’d bite off our heads.”
“Oh, no, I’ll not; I’ll help you to spin.”
“That may be so, but you don’t come in!”
