The barn fell down Since i saw it last It's rubble now Well so much for the past Everything that i say Does me this'a way Everything, Every little thing i say Does me this'a way Some call her a thief And some people call her a prophet But her courage is brief Brief as little, little miss muffet Everything that i say Does me this'a way Everything, Every little thing i say Does me this'a way She wanted to Be an inventor But nothing new Was all she could muster