Bright and Beautiful Things    

by Ralph McTell

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 and with the stroke of his wing 
Broke the web, he ate 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 then went home and sung in the choir.