Bright and Beautiful Things

Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet
Eating her curds and her whey
And along come 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 come 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, waste of the rain

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