A very thin and hungry mouse,
Into a granary stole,
Where stood a basket full of grain,
In which was a small hole.
After much squeezing he got in,
And there he ate his fill;
But when he tried to issue out,
The hole seemed smaller still.
A weasel who stood looking on,
Cried out in sneering tone,
"You can't come out, my little dear,
Until you've smaller grown.
"You were half-starved when you crept in,
And now you are quite stout;
So cease to eat until you can,
As you got in, get out."
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