The Muffin Man

The Muffin Man

Do you know the muffin man, The muffin man, the muffin man? Oh, do you know the muffin man, Who lives on Drury Lane? Yes, we know the muffin man, The muffin man, the muffin man, Yes, we know the muffin man, Who lives on Drury Lane! But this wasn't your ordinary muffin man, with a flour-dusted coat. This was Bartholomew Button, a baker with a heart afloat, Overflowing with kindness, and a love for all to share, His muffins weren't just treats, but a way to show he cared. Every morning, Bartholomew woke with the dawn's first light, Mixing batter, stirring gently, until it reached just the right height. He'd bake blueberry muffins, bursting with juicy delight, Chocolate chip for the little ones, a chocolaty, happy bite. Then, with a flourish and a whistle, he'd heft his basket high, A vibrant, fragrant tower that tickled the morning sky. He'd stop by the orphanage, a muffin for every hand, A warm breakfast surprise, in this sweet, muffin man's land. He'd visit the lonely old folks, sitting by their window pane, Sharing a muffin and a chat, easing away the rain. The firefighters at the station, got a thankful, muffin treat, A reward for their bravery, that can't-be-beat. By the end of his rounds, Bartholomew's basket would be bare, But his heart was full to bursting, with a love beyond compare. For he knew that a muffin, more than just a tasty bite, Could spread a little sunshine, and make the world feel just right. So, next time you see a baker, with a smile warm and true, Remember Bartholomew Button, the muffin man who knew, That sharing kindness, like sharing a treat, Makes the world a sweeter place, can't be beat!