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H Odord Hbout the pictures.
Below, if you’ll but take the time,
You'll find the pictures named in rhyme.
The Muffin Man is always glad
To welcome every lass and lad.
Page
Cover
Jack wants a muffin on his plate
And Jill says she can scarcely wait.
Title Page
Gordon's smiling all he can
At his friend, the Muffin Man.
Dedication Page
The Muffiin Alan with pride and joy
Makes haste to serve each girl and boy.
I'rontispiccc
Behold the little Muffin Shop
Where all the children love to stop!
Nine
The shop is found in Pudding Lane,
A street where peace and joyance reign
Ten
The Muffin Shop, another view;
And there’s a garden gateway, too.
Eleven
Miss Muffet in the shop doth stand
With six bright pennies in her band.
Thirteen
A birthday cake and pink ice cream
Are like a lovely waking dream.
Seventeen
Tack Horner always likes to eat
'Most anything that's nice and sweet.
Twenty
Beneath the moon’s enchanting rays
The cat his fiddle loudly plays.
Twenty-one
Miss Muffet had a dreadful fright
The day the spider caused her flight.
Twenty-Jive
The Piper’s mischief-loving son

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Tom tucks the pig beneath his arm
Not knowing he is doing harm.
Twenty-nine
Says Mother Hubbard, “ Doggie, dear,
A muffin I will bring you here.”
Thirty-three
Now Mr. Sprat, and Mrs., too,
Can eat as other people do.
Thirty-seven
Goosey Gander on a chair
Patiently awaits his fare.
Thirty-eight
Goosey Gander with delight
Satisfies his appetite.
Thirty-nine
The Queen of Hearts with charm untold
Steps from the royal coach of gold.
Forty and Forty-on
Tack and Jill go up the hill
That they their empty pail may fill.
Forty-four
Jack and Jill roll down the hill
And every drop of water spill.
Forty-five
Bo-Peep is tired and falls asleep
Forgetting all about her sheep.
Forty-nine
Upon a stile Bo-Peep doth climb
And call her Hock a long, long time.
Fifty-three
A truly splendid sight to view—
The royal coach and retinue !
Sixty and Sixty-on
The candy house, the lemon lake,
Oh what a scene of joy they make !
Sixty-five
Away the golden coach doth go,
Seventy-two and
Its eight fine horses white as snow.
Seventy-three
Before the evening bell doth ring
The Muffin Song the children sing.
Seventy-six
One border is of cookie boys,
With flags and fruits and candy toys.
Every page or two
The other is of birds and nests,
And kitty-cats with snowy breasts.
Here and There
There also are some flowers and trees
Miss Dunlap merely made to please.
Occasionally
That’s all that I can bring to m
ind;
Besides, more rhymes are hard
to find.

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Che JYIuffin Shop
There is a little Muffin Man
Who lives around the corner.
Some say he’s Tom, the Piper’s son,
Some say he’s Jackie Horner.
But whether he’s the Piper’s son,
Or whether he is t’other,
The muffins that he makes were never
Equalled by another.
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The shop is found in Pudding Lane,
A street where peace and joyance reign.
Perhaps you’d like to go with me
To see the Muffin Maker,
And try the muffins that he bakes
The best of any baker.
Here, take my hand, and off we go
As swiftly as a rocket,
And lots of pennies I have stowed
Within my inside pocket
What fun it is to run along
And know that in a minute
We’ll see the Muffin Man, his shop,
And all the goodies in it!

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The Muffin Shop, another view;
And there's a garden gateway, too.
To Pudding Lane we have to go,
A street retired and quiet,
And sharp and bright must be the eyes
Of grown-ups who would spy it.
But little folk can find the Lane
Though nobody instructs them,
While big folk always lose their way
Unless a child conducts them.
Oh, here’s the shop! it’s painted red,
And whitewashed are the shutters,
While there’s a sign, shaped like a heart,
And in the breeze it flutters.

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It says: “Y e Little JNTuffln ]Man,
fiis Shop, pray Cdalk in Quickly
Hnd Buy a jVIuffln Buttered F)ot,
QJitb Sugar Sprinkled thickly.”
We go beneath the swinging sign
And then, before we know it,
We find ourselves within the shop.
Ah, would I were a poet!
Come, squeeze my hand and hold it
tight,
For this is most amazing.
I’ve never smelled such wondrous
scents,
Or seen such colors blazing.
The shop is filled with flowering vines,
With roses red as cherries,
And tulips yellow as the gold
That’s used by merchant fairies.
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Hope P^ojAp
Miss Mufjet lit the shop doth stand
With six bright pennies in her hand.

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But do you know what scents the air,
What makes our nostrils quiver,
Waters our mouths, puffs out our
cheeks,
And makes our backbones shiver?
It smells of toffy, choc’late fudge,
And—yes—it smells of chicken
That’s served with dumplings on the
side
And gravy that they thicken.
And oh! it seems like pink ice
cream,
And birthday cake spick-spandy
With frosting that is white as snow
And dotted o’er with candy;
And big dill pickles that you buy
Of grocers for a penny;
And all-day suckers that you suck
Until there isn’t any.

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It smells of all the sweets and sours
And spices you have tasted,
And how your tummy cries, “To work,
Oh see that nothing’s wasted!”
The gingerbread calls, “Eat me hot,”
The lollypop, “You’ll need me,”
And then your tummy says, “I’ll take
In all that you will feed me.”
Now can you guess what causes these
Delicious scents you’re smelling,
And makes you seem to taste the things
You like the best? I’m telling
Because I do not think a child
Could guess, asleep or waking.
So listen—it’s the Muffins that
The Muffin Man is baking!

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A
Mr
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Whenever they begin to bake
You feel exact sensations
Of eating just the things you like.
Let’s tell all our relations,
Our uncles, aunts, and grandmammas,
Our grandads, and our cousins,
And bid them try the muffins and
Enjoy them by the dozens.
Come, clap your hands and shout
with glee,
For now what do you thinkyou see?
I give my word, ’tis truly he—
The Muffin Man! O happy we!
I never, never saw a face
So wreathed in smiles, so full of
grace.
His dimples peep now here, now there,
And seem to greet you everywhere,
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(The biggest o-
And oh, it’s just like i.
The way his dimples hiu^
His eyes are big and bright and blue,
But though they look us through and
through
They smile at me and smile at you
As only his know how to do.
His teeth are white and shine like pearls
As he salutes the boys and girls.
You can’t have teeth like that, they say,
Unless you brush them thrice a day.

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/aves his hand,
-ply, “We understand
^iiins are in great demand
And called the best in all the land.
We think we’d like to try a few.
Ohl one apiece at first will do,
And then, perhaps, some more we’ll
buy.
How much, dear sir?” He shuts
one eye.

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“My muffins,” says the Muffin Man,
“Will cost you each a penny.
I’ll bring them hot upon the spot
And think you’ll say not any
‘Refreshment you have ever had
Has been so satisfying,
And all your pennies you’ll desire
To save for muffin buying.
The more you eat the more you wish,
Of that there is no question,
And never were they known to leave
A trace of indigestion.”
We say to him, “We’re neighbors, sir,
We live around the corner.
Please tell if you’re the Piper’s son
Or if you’re Jackie Horner.

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Jack Horner always likes to eat
’Most anything that's nice and sweet.
“First one will say that you are Tom,
Then Jackie, says another.
It’s just a shame we cannot tell
Your name from any other.”
“Ha ha!” laughs he, “if I were Jack,
And I am always truthful,
I’d be too young to own a shop
For Jack is very youthful.
“He’s wearing kilties and his hair
Is parted in the middle;
The only story he can tell
Is of the cat and fiddle.

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Beneath the moon's enchanting rays
The cat his fiddle loudly plays.
“And, as for Mr. Piper’s son,
I do not know the laddie,
But hear that at the peep o’ day
He makes a splendid caddie.
“My name is just the Muffin Man.
It truly seems a pity,
Though some have said they like it well,
While some have called it pretty.”
Then out he hurries from the room
But comes back in a minute
With beaming smiles upon his face,
As merry as a linnet.

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He bears a server on his head,
’Tis balanced very lightly,
And as he steps he has an air
Of pride that is most sightly.
He takes the server from his head
And puts it on the table.
We dance about and try to be
As quiet as we’re able.
We do the very best we can
To keep our lips from smacking,
For well we know that such an act
Would show our manners lacking.
He takes the snowy napkins off
And there beneath on dishes,
The muffins lie all buttered hot,
Just what the heart most wishes;

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And vining ’round each one’s a wreath
Of flowers sweet and rosy,
While each white plate is painted
with
A gay and pretty posy.
We sniff the air, then seize our knives
And forks with trembling fingers
And eat until no single crumb
Of buttered muffin lingers.
We sigh for joy, our spirits soar,
We clap our hands, we stamp the
floor,
We laugh aloud, we fill the store
With cries of “More, oh more,
more, more!”
As fast as Mr. Muffin Man
Can bring them in, so fast we can

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As shyly to the Muffin Man
She says, “Please give me, if you
can,
I As much of other things, I’m told,
Hi We never could begin to hold,
And, if ’twere else than muffins, we
Lt&SPI Most greedy, greedy folk would be.
The door is slowly opened wide
And in there comes, sweet-faced,
blue-eyed,
A most attractive little miss
Whose cheeks you feel inclined to
kiss.
She’s dressed in white from top to toe
Except a big blue ribbon bow
That on her yellow hair is placed,
While there’s another ’round her
waist.
Her buckled slippers small and neat
Click on the floor. Oh! but she’s
sweet
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As many muffins, piping- hot,
As bright new pennies I have got.”
‘Have got” is not good grammar,
though
Small boys and girls can’t always
know.)
Her little kerchief she unties
And takes her pennies out. She
flies
To give them to the Muffin Man.
What! Six? No wonder that she
ran.

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If you can (ucm without my aid
The name of th» dehahtful maid
I U buy three muffim, steamma hot.
And awe them to you on the spot.
You U never <uess’ I U have to say
That ooce. while eatma curds and
whey.
There came and squatted close beside
tar
A most enormous, htmary spider.
How scared she eras? She ran sway
And left her curds and left her whey
T was just what Master Spider wished
He crawled upon the bowl and fished
For msects tadma from the trees.
Which never tailed tus taste tc
please.
And floatma thma* the proper scre.
He ate and ale until has eyes

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Were nearly popping from his head
And he was like a lump of lead.
Then on a soft, green leaf he lay
And dreamed of catching bugs all
day.
Of course by now you’ve guessed her
name.
The little lady is the same
Who sat upon the famous tuffet,
Known to all as Mistress Muffet.
She munches, lunches, happy sight!
She rolls her eyes in sheer delight.
“I’ll choose a muffin any day,”
She cries, “in place of curds and
whey.”
The door flies open with a sound
That fills the shop, while with a
bound
A boy comes in who’s thin, but big,
And carries ’neath his arm a pig.

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If you can guess without my aid
The name of this delightful maid
I’ll buy three muffins, steaming hot,
And give them to you on the spot.
You’ll never guess! I’ll have to say
That once, while eating curds and
whey,
There came and squatted close beside
her
A most enormous, hungry spider.
How scared she was! She ran away
And left her curds and left her whey.
’Twas just what Master Spider wished.
He crawled upon the bowl and fished
For insects falling from the trees,
Which never failed his taste to
please,
And floating things the proper size.
He ate and ate until his eyes
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Were nearly popping
head
And dreamed of catching bugs all
day
Of course by now you’ve guessed her
name.
The little lady is the same
Who sat upon the famous tuffet,
Known to all as Mistress Muffet.
She munches, lunches, happy sight!
She rolls her eyes in sheer delight.
“I’ll choose a muffin any day,”
She cries, “in place of curds and ufi
whey.”
The door flies open with a sound
That fills the shop, while with
bound
A boy comes in who’s thin, but big,
And carries ’neath his arm a pig.

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The Piper's miscliicf-loving son
Is coaxing piggy just for fun.
The pig squeals out in great alarm
And wriggles neath the big boy’s arm.
“Now, piggle-wiggle, keep quite still
Or pull your curly tail I will.
“You squirm so,” says the boy, “you feel
Just like a bag of slippery meal.”
The piggy grunts and pokes his snout
First in the big boy’s sleeve, then out,
Gives one tremendous, sudden leap
And tumbles on the floor, a heap
Of grunts and curly tail and fat.
Poor piggle-wiggle, think of that!
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Tom tucks the pig beneath his arm
Not knowing he is doing harm•
The Muffin Man is much amazed.
“Why, boy,” he cries, “you must be
crazed
To bring a pig into my shop!
Such goings-on I’ll have to stop.
“Where did you get the spotted pig?”
The boy, though he is very big,
Begins to cry “Boo-hoo, boo-hoo!”
“Who,” asks the Muffin Man, “are you?”
Says he, “I’m Tom, the Piper’s son;
I took the pig from Mr. Dunn
Because I’ve sought o’er hill and dale
A spotted pig with a curly tail.
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“And when,” sobs Tom, “I saw this one.
So curly, spotted, full of fun,
I put him underneath my arm
But oh, boo-hoo, I meant no harm!’
“Ah, Thomas,” says the Muffin Man,
“ I’m very sorry that you ran
With piggle-wiggle. I can’t sell
My muffins, and you know it well,
“To boys or girls who take a thing
That’s not their own. Stop whimp
ering
And give the pig to Mr. Dunn.
Come! be a nice, good Piper’s son.”
Says Tom to Mr. Muffin Man,
“I can be good, I know I can,
I’m proud to be the Piper’s son.
I’ll try my best.” He turns to run;

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The pig rolls over on the floor
And such a squeal and grunt and
roar
You never, never heard before
As we assist him through the door.
Poor Tom is bawling as he leaves
And wiping tears upon his sleeves.
He picks up piggy by the feet
And both go roaring down the
street.
A nice old lady hurries in,
A ruffled cap she’s wearing,
And gathered full her fresh print gown
From off a yoke is flaring.
Says she to Mr. Muffin Man,
“Two muffins, if you please, sir;
My little dog has begged for some
And he’s a dreadful tease, sir.

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And hurries out upon her way
Because the dog expects her.
“I promised him a mutton bone
But when I reached the cupboard
I found it empty as a drum.
Poor dog!” says Mother Hubbard.
“So then, because he felt so bad
And begged upon his knees, sir,
I said I’d bring some muffins home;
Unbuttered, if you please, sir,
“For butter is not good for dogs,
No matter when or where, sir,
And as he’s all I have, he gets
The very best of care, sir.’
She holds the muffins carefully
(The Muffin Man directs her),
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H°? e pmM&y 1
■iays Mother Hubbard, “Doggie, dear,
A muffin I will bring you here.”

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The good dame’s footsteps still
heard
When enters, oh, I give my word
The queerest couple ever seen;
The wife is fat, the man is lean.
She’s fairly rolling as she walks,
She shakes all over when she talks,
While he’s so thin you’d almost say
The wind could blow him quite away.
The Muffin Man says with a bow,
“It warms my heart to see you now.
How very comfy, nice and fat
You look to-day, dear Mrs. Sprat.
“And as for you, my good friend Jack,
You’re looking cool and fine, a knack
You always have; and though you’re
thin
You wear a broad and ample grin.”

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ft-
Dear roly-poly Mrs. Sprat
Smiles and purrs like a pussy-cat,
And says behind her palm leaf fan,
“You lovely, lovely Muffin Man!”
But Mr. Jack just wags his head,
He winks his eyes, his face grows
red.
Like many men, he gives the floor
To wifie dear who talks much more.
It’s strange that these two folk agree
In ev’ry way but one; for she
Could never eat a thing but fat,
While lean alone could Mr. Sprat,
Until they found the Muffin Shop
And then in rapture did they hop
Now up, now down, for oh, at last
They both enjoyed the same repast!

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For through the little open door
There slowly doth meander
One whom we all have heard about-
’Tis Goosey, Goosey Gander!
They seat themselves and all may seeyj
How very loving they can be.
Like little birds they bill and coo;
He calls her many pet names, too.
She laughs and shakes just like a nicej
Big bowl of jelly kept on ice.
They’re happy from their head to feet
Because there’s something both
can eat!
Well, what a joke! I hold my sides!
I scarce can speak for laughter!
You’ll never name this customer,
Or guess what he is after.
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Now Mr. Sprat, and Mrs., too,
Can eat as other people do.
He nods unto the Muffin Man
Then over to him shuffles,
Says, “Honk, honk, honk,” spreads out his
wings,
And every feather ruffles.
Now what he does is oh! so queer
My mind can scarce receive it,
And if you were not here to see
I’m sure you’d not believe it.
He gravely opens wide his bill,
(His bows and scrapes are many)
And in the Muffin Man’s fat hand
He drops a bright, new penny.
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Goosey Gander on a chair
Patiently awaits his fare.
I never knew another goose
Who went out muffin buying,
Or who had manners so polite
Without the least bit trying.
He takes his muffin, says, “Honk, honk,”
Which means, “I thank you truly,”
Then standing high upon a chair
Proceeds to eat it coolly.
Each day he brings a copper coin,
A present from the lady
Who owns him, and whose lovely name
Is Mercedes O’Grady.
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Goosey Gander with delight
Satisfies his appetite
At last he’s swallowed every crumb;
Just see him bow and waddle
And say, “Honk, honk,” which means. “Good
bye.”
Of geese he is the model.
Good bye, good bye, if you must go,
But may you some time wander
So we may meet another day,
Dear Goosey, Goosey Gander!
A boy and lassie, hand in hand,
Come in the shop and take their stand.
They’re wringing wet, the water drips
From off their clothes and finger tips
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1 he Queen of Hearts with charm untold
Steps from the royal coach of gold.

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And makes small puddles near the
door.
The girl is dragging on the floor
An empty bucket big and bruised
That shows it has been roughly
used.
The boy is in a dreadful plight.
Dear me, but he’s a sorry sight!
A plaster covers half his head,
While one eye’s black and one
is red.
The plaster’s paper, brown and thick,
I wonder how it’s made to stick,-
And, truly, those both near and far
Can guess ’twas wet with vinegar.
“I wish you’d tell me, if you can,
What’s happened,” says the Muffln
Man.
“You two find trouble with a will,
For first it’s Jack, and then ’tis Jill.

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“I do not wish to be severe,
I’m far too mild to scold, I fear,
But both of you are much remiss
To soil my nice, clean floor like this.”
Poor Jack just blubbers, but says Jill,
“Forgive us I am sure you will,
For we will never, never more
Spill dirt and mud upon your floor;
“And when I tell our accident,
How Jack got hurt, the bucket bent,
And we so wet, you’ll cry, ‘A shame!
Poor Jack and Jill are not to blame.’
“Our pump was broken yesterday
And oh, it seems a long, long way
To have to go clear up a hill
To fetch the water!’’ grumbles Jill.

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Jack and Jill go up the hill
That they their empty pail may fill.
“That’s what we have to do each time
We need fresh water. It’s a climb
That tires my legs and strains my back.”
“That’s what it does,” says sturdy Jack.
“To-day our mother said to us,
‘If you will go without a fuss
For water, quickly as you can,
I'll let you see the Muffin Man.’
“We said we would; she gave us each
A penny in advance to teach
That she could trust us both to do
Exactly what we promised to.
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Jack and Jill roll down the hill
And every drop of water spill.
“We took our pail and didn't stop
Until we reached the very top,
And then it seemed a long way back.’’
“That’s what it did,” says sturdy Jack.
“We filled the pail, we both took hold,
It seemed like lead, but I ve been told
It’s best to work for what you get,
And best to smile and not to fret.
“The sun was shining very hot
And burnt like, oh, I don’t know what!
We thought our shoulder-blades would
crack.”
“That's what we did, says sturdy Jack.
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“At first we walked, but by and by,
Because the hill was very high,
We had to run; on, on we flew,
And all the world seemed green and
blue.
“Ev’ry step we took was faster,
Each one seemed to be our last, sir,
Hot winds beating on our faces,
Hair and breezes running races,
“And then we tripped and tumbled
down,
While Jack, poor fellow, broke his
crown.
Oh, my, but ’twas an awful whack!”
“That’s what it was,” says sturdy
Jack.
“The water wet us to the skin.
I bumped my head and barked my
shin.
My eyes seemed full of dancing stars,
My ears seemed full of rushing cars.
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“Then just as quickly as we could,
We started home. That did us good,
Although it seemed a long way back.”
“That’s what it did,” says sturdy
Jack.
| “We found that mother was away
So I, without the least delay,
Prepared a plaster, big and brown,
And clapped it on his aching crown.
“I spread some glue upon the plaster
Because I wished to make it fast,
sir,
Then straight we hurried here to you,
And when our muffin lunch is through
“We’ll get the water, for you know
We told our mother we would go,
And we must surely take it back.”
“That’s what we must,” says sturdy
Jack.
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Phey did not soil their snowy coats,1
Or stray too near the billy goats j
I’m sure you have a picture-book
In which a lassie with a crook
Is taking care of woolly sheep
You’ll guess her name if I don’tl
peep
And here she is, the pretty dear,
But feeling very sad, I fear.
She says, “No muffins. I can’t stay,
For all my sheep have run away.
“But thought I’d rest beneath a tree
Where I could watch my lambs
and see
“Of course I know that it was wrong
For me to stay asleep so long.
I never meant to nod or doze,
Nor even let my eyelids close;
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Bo-Peep is tired and jails asleep
Forgetting all about her sheep.
“That chase them, scare them, butt them, too,
Until they don’t know what to do;
Then right away I fell asleep
And dreamed about my flock of sheep.
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“ But, sad to say, it was no joke,
For in a little while I woke
To find that all my flock had flown
And left poor little me alone.
“I got my hat and seized my crook,
I climbed a stile, and crossed a
brook,
And walked, and ran, and called the
name
Of each white lamb, but not one
came.
“At last, when I had lost all hope,
Upon a green and grassy slope
I saw some small, white objects hop,
Saw others stray, or stop and crop,
“And what should they turn out to be
But all my flock expecting me.
They tinkle bells, they frisk, they leap,
They caper, do my naughty sheep!

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“But in another glance I see
That all their tails are gone. Ah
me!
Yes, each had left its tail behind
And now how hard they’ll be to find!
“I called the lambkins and they came;
They acted very meek and tame, ^
And hung their heads as though for
shame.
I scolded them, but all the same
“I didn’t scold too hard, for they
Can’t help but frisk and love to
play,
And though they shouldn’t run away,
Nor lose their tails, nor disobey,
“It may be being sheep, not folk,
What’s wrong for us they think a
joke,
So words too cross I must not say
Because I know much more than
they.

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looked
ommy
black
called
“Who spread his stubborn feet apart
And cocked his head and acted
smart.
(I’ve often seen big children do
That self-same thing, now haven’t
you?)
“O, dear, good Mr. Muffin Man,
I wish you’d think of some wise plan
So I can find my poor lambs’ tails!
They look like boats without their
sails.”
I cannot say. It seems absurd
To think they’re lost. Let’s ask a
bird—”
Says he, “Of Lamb’s Tales I have heard,
But where they are, I give my word
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Hope ]~)un)a.y 'o'
Upon a stile Bo-Peep doth climb
And call her flock a long, long time.

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But at this point he has to stop,
For quickly rolling in the shop
There comes a boy shaped like an egg,
Without a single arm or leg.
“I’m Humpty Dumpty,” he calls out.
“As I was scrambling hereabout
I saw the queerest sight on earth.”
At this he nearly cracks with mirth.
“I’ve laughed till I can scarcely see.
Will some one wipe my eyes for
me?
No hands is such a handicap
For me, a jolly, active chap!
“I saw upon a hedge of green
Some bits of white. What do they
mean?
I thought, and rolled upon my side,
And then I laughed until I cried.

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“For what had looked like bits of rags
Fished out from some old remnant
bags,
Were lambs’ tails hanging out to dry.
Oh dear!” he gasps. “Oh me! Oh my!”
Now when the little shepherdess
Hears what he says, such happiness
I never saw. She jumps for joy,
She cries, “You dear, old, precious
boy!”
She pats dear Humpty on the head,
She pokes his cheek until it’s red,
She tickles him, she rolls him o’er
Until he rolls right through the
door.
“Good bye, dear friends,” calls out
Bo-Peep,
“I’ll get together all my sheep
And let each choose its tail alone
So each will surely get its own.”

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woman
looks
hard-worked
“Two dozen muffins, if you please;
I’d like two times as many,
But as it is, dear Muffin Man,
I’ll have to owe a penny.
“I have so many boys and girls
I scarce can scrape together
Enough to feed them twice a day
And dress them in cold weather.
“Of course, at times, they whine and
cry,
And then I have to spank them,
'But oftener they’re very good
And then I’m glad to thank them.
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“So give me two full dozens, please.
The chicks will be in clover,
For that will be a muffin each,
With not a bite left over.”
“You see, we live within a shoe
Which isn’t very roomy,
And oh, it’s crowded at the toe
And dark and very gloomy!
'“The children who have been the best
Sleep near the upper buttons,
While in the toe the lazy go
And those who have been gluttons.
“And though I labor hard all day
To wash them and to trot them,
I couldn’t spare a single child.
How glad I am I’ve got them!

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We hear the rush of horses’ feet,
A sound that much delights us,
And looking down through Pudding
Lane
We see what much excites us.
Eight splendid horses, white as snow,
Are curveting and prancing;
Upon each head a raven sits,
Whose beady eyes are dancing.
The birds take letters to the Queen
On cloudy days or sunny;
If all our postmen were like that
We’d think it very funny.
The harness makes you blink your
eyes;
It’s made of scarlet leather,
And nails of gold and precious stones
Keep all the parts together.

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And then there comes a golden coach
That well is worth the seeing.
I need not ask you what you think;
You cannot help agreeing.
The driver, seated high in front,
Calls out, “Away there, Sparrow!
And you, my Star, and Bounder, too,
And you, my Skip and Arrow!
“And Fun and Frolic, go along,
And Pegasus, my beauty!
Because you draw a golden coach
You must not slight your duty.”
The footman, who’s a handsome chap,
Is looking very stately.
He never cracks a single smile
But rides behind sedately.

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And see the bugler! he’s the one
The children love to follow.
Oh, hear him puff and blow his horn!
The sound fills every hollow.
His cheeks are twice their common size,
His eyes are almost hidden,
His chest expands, as loud he blows
Exactly as he’s bidden.
Toot-toot, toot-toot, toot-tooty, toot-toot,
Oh, hear the bugle ringing!
“I serve the Queen, make way for me!
A royal guest I’m bringing.”
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A truly splendid sight to view—
The royal coach and retinue!
Two ponies, black as black can be,
Bear each a pretty fellow;
They’re pages, and their eyes are brown,
Their hair is bobbed and yellow.
The driver, footman, bugler, too,
Are dressed alike precisely.
Their suits are made of scarlet silk
And fit them very nicely.
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The pages both are clothed in white,
With buttons big as dollars,
While golden buckles clasp their shoes
And hook their flowing collars.
The bugler gives an extra toot,
The driver reins in quickly,
And then they stop before the shop
Where children cluster thickly.
The Muffin Man stands in his door
And bows and smiles most blandly.
The footman of the Golden Coach
Flings wide the door most grandly,
And out there steps, with friendly look,
The sweetest Queen a-living.
Behold the lovely smiles she beams!
The kisses she is giving!

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She wears a crown all made of pearls
To match her throat for whiteness,
With one large sapphire, deep and
blue,
To match her eyes for brightness.
She says, “I’m called the Queen of
Hearts,
Are you the Muffin Maker?”
He says, “Quite right, your Majesty,
I’m he, the Muffin Baker.”
The Queen looks pleased and nods
her head.
“I’m very glad to meet you.
Come, children, if you’ll follow me,
To muffins I will treat you.”
We cry “Hurrah!” and in a wink
We quickly hurry after,
And now what cheering fills the shop,
What skipping and what laughter!

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The Queen remarks, “I’m fond of tartsj
And used to bake them often;
The crust, so flaky, light and fine,
Would never, never soften.
“I filled them with delicious jam;
‘Twas made from home-grown
berries.
The King would say, ‘I’m sure, my love,
These tarts were made by fairies.’
“One summer day I went to work
To bake a batch of tartlets,
And filled them full of pear preserves,
The very best of Bartletts.
“I put them on a shelf to cool;
The King and I were thinking
Of what a feast we’d have that day,
When who should enter, slinking,
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The candy houce, the lenum lake.
Oh what a scene of joy they make'
“But Johnny Darts, the Knave of Hearts,
A sailor in the navy;
He’s second mate upon a ship
That s called the Queevy-Quavy.
“He’ll dance a hornpipe, sing a song,
Or tell a funny story.
He knows the man who rules the Moon,
And nice old Mother Mory.
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“I looked so sad and cried so hard
When Tommy Tucker told me
That Johnny Darts had seized my tarts,
The King began to scold me.
“I didn’t cry because the tarts
Were gone I like to make them
But oh! I cried to think that he,
The Knave of Hearts, would take
them.
“The King at once sent for the Knave
And beat him very soundly;
He, feeling sorry for his deed,
Repented very roundly.
“He brought the tarts and put them on
The shelf (it was the upper),
So after all the King of Hearts
Enjoyed them for his supper.
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“My tarts, I thought, appear so good
That people like to take them,
So I’ve decided for a while
I will not even bake them;
“And as I hear your muffins praised
By all who ever buy them,
I thought I’d give the King a few
He said he’d like to try them;
“And fill for each one here to-day
A wicker luncheon basket;
The boys and girls may take them home
Because they did not ask it.”
We shout again, “Hurrah! Hurrah!
Let’s ring around a rosy,”
Then circle ’round and ’round the Queen
Who’s pretty as a posy.
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But as she glances through the door
She sees a little fellow
Who digs his knuckles in his eyes
And bursts into a bellow,,
“Oh children, stop your game,” she calls,
“A little boy is crying!
I’ll see if he will tell me why;
At least it’s worth the trying.”
She puts her arm around his neck
And whispers, “What’s the matter?
I’m very fond of little boys.”
He lifts his head, looks at her,
And says, “I like hot muffins, too,”
And then he grows more teary.
“Of course you do,” the Queen replies,
“All children like them, dearie.
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“Why don’t you get some in the shop?
The Muffin Man has many.”
At this the little lad sobs out,
“I haven’t got a penny.”
“ Dear child,” the lovely Queen exclaims,
And pats him on the shoulder,
“Come in. I’ll get you some before
You’re half a minute older.”
The Muffin Man says to the Queen,
“Why! this is Simple Simon
Who went one day to see the fair
And met the village pieman.”
“Oh yes,” cries Simon, “I’m the one.
The pieman’s pies were many,
But not a bite could Simon get
Because he had no penny.
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“I’ve never owned a single cent;
Perhaps that’s ’cause I’m simple.”
He shyly smiles right through his tears
And shows a little dimple.
When Simon-boy has eaten all
The muffins he can muster,
He sighs and says he thinks he’ll have
To change his name to Buster.
And then we all join hands again
As mixed-up as a riddle;
The Queen exclaims, “I can’t get out!
I’m froggie in the middle.”
The Muffin Man just smiles and smiles
As though he’d smile forever.
In all my life I’ve never had
So good a time, no, never!

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At last the Queen says, “I should like
To kiss you, if you’ll let me.
Dear boys and girls, I love you all
And hope you won’t forget me.
“And some fine day, if you will come,
I’ll take you to my castle
And give each one a pretty cap
That has a golden tassel.
“The Muffin Man must come, of course,
With muffins of his baking.
The King will gladly welcome you
And join our merry making.”
We crowd around the Golden Coach,
We wave our hands at parting,
The bugler gives a rousing toot
To warn us of the starting.

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The driver cracks his golden whip,
The ravens spread their feathers,
The eight white horses toss their manes
And shake their harness leathers.
The pages pat their ponies’ backs,
The Queen her kerchief’s waving!
They’re off! how fast the horses fly!
How nobly they’re behaving!

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Away the golden coach doth go>
Its eight fine horses white as snow.
“I didn’t know it was so late,”
The Muffin Man is saying;
“I always close my shop at six,
So children, stop your playing,
“And join your hands and sing a song
That’s full of joy and spirit.
I’ll choose the one about ourselves
Because I love to hear it.”
His smile is oh, so kind and sweet,
You know his heart rejoices!
And so we stand with hand in hand,
And sing with happy voices.

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The JVIuffin Song.
i
Come, listen, children, if you’d hear
A little muffin story!
I’ll tell you of a Muffin Man
Who bakes his cakes for glory;
And though he asks a penny each
He always saves the money
To build a house for little folk,
With gardens bright and sunny.
Oh, what a nice Muffin Man is he!
How very remarkably jolly!
Let’s make up a song and sing to
him,
O tir-ro-lo-lee, O tir-ro-lo-lee,
O tir-ro-lo-lee, lo-lolly!
The house that some day he will build
Is all to be of candy,
With sugar thick upon the ground
To make the soil seem sandy;
id fruit-trees will surround the ya
And you may have the power

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To shake them, so all kinds of fruits
Will tumble in a shower.
Oh, what a nice Muffin Man is he!
How very remarkably jolly!
Let’s make up a song and sing to
him,
O tir-ro-lo-lee, O tir-ro-lo-lee,
O tir-ro-lo-lee, lo-lolly!
A sparkling lake will be composed
Of lemonade delicious,
And with a pin-hook you may fish
For colored candy fishes;
And if you’re thirsty you may lie
Within a flowery hollow
And stick a straw into the lake
And drink all you can swallow.
Oh, what a nice Muffin Man is he!
How very remarkably jolly!
Let’s make up a song and sing to
him,
O tir-ro-lo-lee, O tir-ro-lo-lee,
O tir-ro-lo-lee, lo-lolly.

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Allegretto.
Rhythmically.
T3be JVIuffin Song
1. Come,
you’d hear
dren,
spark - ling lake
gar thick up-
a pin - hook
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Good night, dear children.
Soft your nest
And fair the dreams that
Charm your rest.

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