• There once was a muffin who lived
    Inside the old bread box
    He was as happy as could be
    With the biscuits, the bagels, and lox

    They played among the twisty-ties
    and hid inside the bags
    They told each other jokes about
    The fruit bowl and they laughed

    And then came tales of horrid things
    That frighten in the night
    Tales about the butter-knife
    That gave them quite a fright

    “It don’t scare me!” said Muffin Bill
    As he took a manly stance
    His muffin eyes grew raisin red
    He didn’t stand a chance

    Poor old Bill went missin’
    And they began to weep
    A little butter and jelly
    And Bill was good to eat