Six little mice sat down to spin,
Pussy cat passed 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, pussy cat, you’d bite off our heads!
Oh, no, I’ll not, I’ll help you spin.
That may be so, but you don’t come in.
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