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, Miss 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!
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