Pussy and the Mice

Three Wise Men of Gotham

Three wise men of Gotham
Went to sea in a bowl,
And if the bowl had been stronger
My song had been longer.

Little Tommy Tucker

“Little Tommy Tucker,
Sing for your supper.”
“What shall I sing?”
“White bread and butter.”
“How shall I cut it
Without any knife?
How shall I marry
Without any wife?”

Nine 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 snip off our heads.”