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.

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