Six little mice sat down to spin,
Pussy passed by, and she peeped in.
" What are you at, my little men?' :
" Making coats for gentlemen."
" Shall I come in and bite off your threads?'
" No, no, Miss Pussy, you 'll bite off our heads
" Oh, no, I'll not, I'll help you spin."
" That may be so, but you don't come in."