Little Miss Muffet

Little Miss Muffet sat on a cliff near Below,
heart broken and crying in woe,
She had on a dress, all splendid and red,
and gloves of a white, white snow,
She did not notice, in her crying and bawling,
that a Spider had crawled from Below.
The Spider — a mammoth red Spider — laid down behind her,
and stung Little Miss Muffet on her hand gloved of the color snow.

Little Miss Muffet, tranced and confounded, on that cliff near Below
watched as the mammoth red Spider sat down beside her
and spun Its tale of hell, gore, and woe.

The mammoth red Spider first asked Little Miss Muffet
for her two eyes of deep brown hue.
It had six eyes, and It wanted two more,
Would pretty Little Miss Muffet kindly indulge?
Little Miss Muffet, trapped and enchanted,
thought her two eyes had served her ill the days before,
So she yanked her right eye, and ripped out the left,
and gave her two eyes to the beast in cobweb red.

The mammoth red Spider again asked Little Miss Muffet
for her tongue that was wailing with woe.
It had never spoken, It had never sang,
Would Little Miss Muffet find in her heart to help the Spider get one?
Little Miss Muffet, in her red dress so splendid
thought her tongue had been trouble of late,
So she opened her mouth, and blood gushed out
as she yanked her tongue and pulled it all out.

The mammoth red Spider then asked Little Miss Muffet
what it was like to have ears.
They were on a cliff, but It never heard the sea,
Would pretty Little Miss Muffet kindly help It, cherry-on-top please?
Little Miss Muffet, now frenzied and panicked
thought her ears had hurt her as of late,
So she took out her gloves, and stretched out her ears
          and tore them in blood-soaked haste.

The mammoth red Spider at last pointed to Little Miss Muffet
to her heart that had been broken to shreds,
It had heard her wailing, and cannot bear the sobbing,
Would kind Little Miss Muffet, dear Little Miss Muffet,
          help It take her heart away?
Little Miss Muffet, mangled and frightened,
thought her heart had done her no good as of late,
so she stretched out her hands,
          clawed open her chest,
          and wrenched her heart away.

Little Miss Muffet limped maimed and lifeless on the cliff near Below,
with her red dress so splendid
and her white gloves bathed in ruby red snow.
Little Miss Muffet lied on her tomb of cobwebs on the cliff near Below.
And the mammoth red Spider cackled over and over,
as It finished its jest of hell, gore, and woe.