Little Miss Muffet

Whose first name was Stuffit,

Sat slurping her cold curds and whey,

Along came a spider

And sat down astride her

Hoping his game she would play,

But rather than that

Stuffit squashed him quite flat

Which was quite fair enough, in it's way.

She dreamed of Roast Beef

And a sweet cabbage leaf,

With gravy, all steaming and hot,

But instead, poor old Stuffit

Was stuck on her tuffet

And I guess we all know what she got!!

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Owain Glyn