Hey, Mommy, what’s a tuffet?
Do we have a tuffet, too?
Little Miss Muffett sat on one.
What does a tuffet do?
What’s that stuff she’s eating?
The words say: curds and whey.
It looks like lumpy oatmeal.
Does she eat that every day?
Why’d she take off running
When the spider sat beside her?
Ohhh... I'll bet I know...
It was a big old BARKING spider!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem