Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
Tinkering the hours away,
Along came a spider,
Who sat down beside her
And this he had to say,
“I’ll sit for a while”
And this made her smile
“so copy me, you may.”
Gears, springs and wire
Captured his likeness
As morning turned to day
Then the spider moved on
But for his kindness
He’s still remembered today.