Little Miss. Muffet still sits on her tuffet.

She no longer has a fear of spiders.

They sit beside her and crawl everywhere.

Nesting in her hair.

Little Miss. Muffet loves them so.

Away they run to and fro.

She carries them with her where ever she goes.

Some may be frightened and run away from such a sight.

But with Miss. Muffet they comfortably stay.

They scuttle over her eyes and huddle in her mouth.

Little Miss. Muffet sits on her tuffet.

Happily holding a spider in her hand.

Curds you say? Those are no more.

Now she dines on flies galore.

Miss. Muffet you see adores her spiders.

Now they scurry and sit beside her.

Adorned in a black dress made from their web.

More spiders seem to arrive each day.

Miss. Muffet welcomes them to stay.

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