The Muffin Man

One foggy night,

In Drury Lane,

The Muffin Man,

Got quite insane…

He baked a man,

Of gingerbread,

Who turned alive,

Then went to bed…

He slept and slept,

And once he woke,

He ran around,

Until he broke…

The Muffin Man,

Was deep in thought,

To figure out,

Another plot…

But nothing came,

His mind worked slow,

So back to muffins,

He would go…