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Rh But the key was under the tailor's pillow; he could not get in.

The little mice only laughed, and tried another tune—

"Mew! Mew!" cried Simpkin.

"Hey diddle dinketty!" answered the little mice—

They clicked their thimbles to mark the time, but none of the songs pleased