Old Woman. He can’t let her be. Why he does want to pester folks so for, beats me!
Miss M. I was having a party, alone, right out there On a tuffet, and he gave me such a bad scare! I broke my new bowl with the border of blue And spilled all my curds and my whey, Mother, too. Do whip him! He needs it!
Georgie. Well, she was a pig! Her bowl was chuck full.
Miss M. Well, ’twas small!
Georgie. No, ’twas big, And she wouldn’t give me the least taste! ’Twasn’t fair! So I crept up behind her, and gave her a scare. (’Twas only a cloth spider, too, honor bright!) But she scampered off in a terrible fright, And let the bowl drop. It fell with a crash, And her feast all ran out, while the bowl went to smash.
(All sing, while Miss M. sulks. Tune: No. 4.)
No. 4. LITTLE MISS MUFFETT.
All. Little Miss Muffet Sat on a tuffet, Selfish as she could be. Never she’s sharing, No tiny bit sparing. A cute little piggie is she.