ANOTHER WHEY
Little Miss Muffit and her friend Boy Blue,
Sat twiddling their thumbs as they had nothing to do.
The spider that frightened Miss Muffit had sadly died,
And little Boy Blue had lost his horn, so he sat and cried.
Then drying his tears he said to Miss Muffit,
“Come on little lady get up off your tuffit”.
“Let’s take a walk to the top of the hill,
To meet our two friends with a pail, Jack and Jill”.
“Then I’ll fetch the water and on our way down,
We’ll make sure that Jack does not fall on his crown”.
“His mum should be pleased with our little caper,
For she won’t have to plaster his head with brown paper”.
Right said Miss Muffet to little Boy Blue,
“You lead the way and I’ll follow you”.
So she huffed and they puffed to the top of the hill,
And found the three little pigs eating their swill.
With no straw, wood or bricks for building their houses,
They had outwitted Old Wolfie by stealing his trousers.
So the trouserless Old Wolf had to stay in his digs,
And could not huff and puff at the three little pigs.
Then a tired Miss Muffit said, “I’m going to bed”
Now we’ve stopped Jack from bumping his head.
But before I retire and call it a day,
I’ll sit on my tuffit and eat curds and whey.
By
Alfred Weston
© Copyright Reserved 2003
Little Miss Muffit and her friend Boy Blue,
Sat twiddling their thumbs as they had nothing to do.
The spider that frightened Miss Muffit had sadly died,
And little Boy Blue had lost his horn, so he sat and cried.
Then drying his tears he said to Miss Muffit,
“Come on little lady get up off your tuffit”.
“Let’s take a walk to the top of the hill,
To meet our two friends with a pail, Jack and Jill”.
“Then I’ll fetch the water and on our way down,
We’ll make sure that Jack does not fall on his crown”.
“His mum should be pleased with our little caper,
For she won’t have to plaster his head with brown paper”.
Right said Miss Muffet to little Boy Blue,
“You lead the way and I’ll follow you”.
So she huffed and they puffed to the top of the hill,
And found the three little pigs eating their swill.
With no straw, wood or bricks for building their houses,
They had outwitted Old Wolfie by stealing his trousers.
So the trouserless Old Wolf had to stay in his digs,
And could not huff and puff at the three little pigs.
Then a tired Miss Muffit said, “I’m going to bed”
Now we’ve stopped Jack from bumping his head.
But before I retire and call it a day,
I’ll sit on my tuffit and eat curds and whey.
By
Alfred Weston
© Copyright Reserved 2003
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