Six Little Mice

Bobby Snooks

LITTLE BOBBY SNOOKS was fond of his books,
And loved by his usher and master;

But naughty Jack Spry, he got a black eye,
And carries his nose in a plaster.

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."
"Oh, no, I'll not, I'll help you spin."
"That may be so, but you don't come in."