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!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN FIRST MY WAY by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE OLD KIRK YARD by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY THE STATION MAN, ON LOOK-OUT by ARCHIE BINNS BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE: PART 4 by ROBERT BROWNING TO AMERICAN FLYERS IN MOROCCO by WITTER BYNNER FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 4 by THOMAS CAMPION |