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Six White Mice, with harness on, What do you think of Cousin John, Who taught them so, And made them go?-- Six white mice, with harness on!

A wee coach, gilt like the Lord Mayor’s own! Made by Cousin John alone, Bright and gay,-- On a Lord Mayor’s Day Just such a coach is the Lord Mayor’s own!

Marian’s Doll come out for a ride, Dressed like a queen in pomp and pride: The six wee mice, That trot so nice, Draw Marian’s Doll come out for a ride!

Every mouse had a silver bell Round its neck, as I’ve heard tell; Tinkle tink!-- But who would think Of a harnessed mouse, with a silver bell?

“What can six white mice intend?” Thought Queen Mab, with her hair on end-- “And silver bells, And what-not-else-- What can six white mice intend?

“When was such a procession seen? It frightens me, as I’m a Queen!” So she stopped her tricks, And her coach-and-six Drove away with the Fairy Queen.