Within the weaver's cottage the weaver takes his tea
He hears the sound of knocking; he strides across the floor
The weaver fumbles in his pocket, for his huge gigantic key
And as the black cat watches he quickly opens up the door.
He greets the caller warmly; "Come and share some tea"
"You must be tired and weary, your feet they must be sore."
The weaver stands aside; wonders who this man doth be
And the black cat wanders in, through the open door.
The weaver closed the heavy door and locks it with the key
He wonders why this man is here; prepares some tea to pour.
"Do eat some bread and spread it well with honey from the bee"
And the black cat curls up on a chair; with one eye on the door.
As they both sit down together; a silence filled the air
Each with their own very thoughts; the weaver reaches for a drawer.
The weaver feels uneasy; he must indeed beware.
And the black cat, clearly startled, heads towards the door.
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