The tailor of Gloucester . over the way. Hey, diddle, diddle, the cat and thefiddle! All the cats in Gloucester—except me, said Simpkin Under the wooden eaves the starlingsand sparrows sang of Christmas pies;the jackdaws woke up in the Cathe-dral tower; and although it was themiddle of the night the throstles androbins sang; the air was quite full oflittle twitterine tunes. 58 The Tailor of Gloucester But it was all rather provoking topoor hungry Simpkin. Particularly he was vexed with somelittle shrill voices from behind a woodenlattice. I think that they were bats,because they always have ve
The tailor of Gloucester . over the way. Hey, diddle, diddle, the cat and thefiddle! All the cats in Gloucester—except me, said Simpkin Under the wooden eaves the starlingsand sparrows sang of Christmas pies;the jackdaws woke up in the Cathe-dral tower; and although it was themiddle of the night the throstles androbins sang; the air was quite full oflittle twitterine tunes. 58 The Tailor of Gloucester But it was all rather provoking topoor hungry Simpkin. Particularly he was vexed with somelittle shrill voices from behind a woodenlattice. I think that they were bats,because they always have very smallvoices—especially in a black frost,when they talk in their sleep, like theTailor of Gloucester. They said something mysterious thatsounded like— Buzz, quoth the blue fly; hum, quoth the bee;Buzz and hum they cry, and so do we! and Simpkin went away shaking hisears as if he had a bee in his bonnet. From the tailors shop in Westgatecame a glow of light; and when Simp-kin crept up to peep in at the window — 59. The Tailor of Gloucester 63 it was full of candles. There was asnippeting of scissors, and snappetingof thread; and little mouse voices sangloudly and gaily: Four-and-twenty tailorsWent to catch a snail,The best man amongst themDurst not touch her tail;She put out her hornsLike a little kyloe , tailors, run! or shell have you all een now! Then without a pause the littlemouse voices went on again: Sieve my ladys oatmeal,Grind my ladys flour,Put it in a chestnut,Let it stand an hour Mew! Mew! interrupted Simp-kin, and he scratched at the door. 64 The Tailor of Gloucester But the key was under the tailorspillow; he could not get in. The little mice only laughed, andtried another tune— Three little mice sat down to spin,Pussy passed by and she peeped are you at, my fine little men?Making coats for I come in and cut off your tnreads?Oh, no, Miss Pussy, youd bite off our heads! Mew! Mew I cried diddle dinketty! answered
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