Do you know the muffin man, The muffin man, the muffin man? Do you know the muffin man, Who lives on Drury Lane? Early in the morning light, The muffin man wakes up so bright. He ties his apron round his waist, And starts to bake with careful haste. He mixes flour, eggs, and cream, Creating batches like a dream. Blueberry, chocolate, lemon too, Fresh baked muffins, just for you! Into his cart, so neat and clean, The finest muffins you've ever seen. He wheels it down the winding street, Bringing neighbors such a treat. "Fresh muffins here!" he calls out loud, Drawing children from the crowd. Door to door he makes his way, Spreading joy throughout the day. Mrs. Brown buys two or three, For her family's morning tea. Little Tom gets one for school, Warm and sweet - how very cool! His kindness spreads from lane to lane, Through sunshine, wind, and gentle rain. No matter what the weather brings, The muffin man makes spirits sing. Yes, we know the muffin man, The muffin man, the muffin man! Yes, we know the muffin man, The kindest friend on Drury Lane!
