THE CAT 



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." 



Pussycat, wussycat, with a white foot, 

 When is your wedding, and I'll come to't? 

 The beer's to brew, the bread's to bake, 

 Pussycat, wussycat, don't be late. 



Nursery Rhymes. 



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