Little Miss Muffet
Little Miss Muffet loved her curds and whey,
give me a box of cereal with cold milk and I will be on my way.
Along came a spider,
I bet they did not bring a glass of cider.
Little Miss Muffet should pick her friends better,
how about getting an English Setter.
Be careful who your friends are,
or you will not go very far.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2024
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