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!'.