Ralph McTell /

Bright and Beautiful Things

Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet
And eating her curds and her whey
And along came a spider and sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away
Oh, what a shame
Oh, who do you blame?

The spider soon finished his web
And the rain came down, and hung it with diamonds
And a bird flew along, with the stroke of his wing
Broke the web, he and the spider
Oh, what a shame
Oh, who do you blame?

The bird flew up high into the sky
And the sun lit the tips of his wet wings with fire
And a man with a gun shot him down to the ground
And went home and sung in the choir