Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet And eating her curds and her whey And along came 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 came 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, who do you blame? 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