Six Little Mice Sat Down to Spin

Six little mice sat down to spin,

Pussy passed by, and she peeped in.

"What are you doing, 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."