Do You Know the Muffin Man <br />who visits every morn <br />who nothing does as nothing can <br />while ripening the corn? <br /> <br />wafting smells of syrup dreams <br />he teases on the breeze <br />but all is not just how it seems <br />beneath, we feel diss-ease. <br /> <br />The Muffin Man will steal the souls <br />of children by the score. <br />If they don't drain their cereal bowls, <br />he'll squeeze them to the core. <br /> <br />Don't let him fool you with his smile <br />his carefree happy dance, <br />if e'er you see him, run a mile <br />he only needs one chance <br /> <br />He preys upon the people who <br />would waste their breakfast fare, <br />so lick the bowl when you are through <br />or of the Muffin Man...beware.<br /><br />Dan Reynolds<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-you-know-the-muffin-man-2/
