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