Three mice went into a hole to spin;

Puss passed by, and Puss looked in.

“What are you doing, my little men?”

“Weaving coats for gentlemen.”

“Please let me help you to wind off your threads.”

“Ah, no, Mistress Pussy, you’d bite off our heads,”

“Ah, no, Mistress Pussy, you’d bite off our heads.”

Says Puss, “You look so wondrous wise,

I like your whiskers and bright eyes;

Your house is the nicest house I see

I think there is room for you and me.”

The mice were so pleased that they opened the door,

And Pussy soon laid them all dead on the floor,

And Pussy soon laid them all dead on the floor.