Little Master Mouse,
You'd better leave this house;
Crumbs are scarce upon the floor,
And pussy sleeps behind the door.
Mousie soft and grey,
I wish you'd run away!
Cook will catch you in a trap,
And mice may n't sit in mother's lap....
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