In the days of our boyhood we listened with glee1
For the sound of the muffin man’s bell,2
And begged of mamma to have muffins for tea,3
When we heard the muffin man’s bell.4
Since to manhood we’ve grown though a muff in aught else,5
We still list for the muffin man’s bell.6
When the tea-urn is steaming, we cry out, Oh ! tell ’s7
Dost thou hear that muffin man’s bell.8
The innocent muffin ’s voted a bore,9
For they’ve told the muffin man’s bell10
To take out its clapper, and now we no more11
Can hear our muffin man’s bell.12