Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet
Eating her curds and her whey
And along come a spider and sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away
Oh, what a shame
Oh, who do you blame?
The spider soon finished his web
And the rain come down, and hung it with diamonds
And a bird flew along, with the stroke of his wing
Broke the web, he and the spider
Oh, what a shame
Oh, waste of the rain
The bird flew up high into the sky
And the sun lit the tips of his wet wings with fire
And a man with a gun shot him down to the ground
And went home and sung in the choir
Eating her curds and her whey
And along come a spider and sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away
Oh, what a shame
Oh, who do you blame?
The spider soon finished his web
And the rain come down, and hung it with diamonds
And a bird flew along, with the stroke of his wing
Broke the web, he and the spider
Oh, what a shame
Oh, waste of the rain
The bird flew up high into the sky
And the sun lit the tips of his wet wings with fire
And a man with a gun shot him down to the ground
And went home and sung in the choir
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