More to Miss Muffet

Little Miss Muffet, Sat on her tuffet, Eating her curds and whey. When along came a spider, And sat down beside her, And frightened Miss Muffet away. She was frightened so bad, She forgot that she had, The food still in her hand. She tripped on the stair, And sailed through the air, Flew five feet before she’d land. She started screaming and crying, Like she was probably dying, Her wailing could be heard everywhere. When her mom came running out, To see what all the fuss was about, She approached the young girl with care. Muffet lay on the ground, Her face in a frown, And a bowl of sour milk in her hair. I have to confess, There’s no moral I guess, If there was one, it would be that life isn’t fair.