Little Miss Muff Poem by George Hunter

Little Miss Muff sat in the buff
And threw all her curds away.
I don't want no spidee
To sit down beside me
And frighten me all away.
Tho little they be
They scare the shit outta me.
Don't want any of those
Since I'm not wearing clothes
They might bite me where
I have no underwear
And nip me on the bun
Which wouldn't be fun.
So save me from all harm
And take me to the farm
Then we'll eat some curds
And throw the whey away
And sit on some tuffets
Another sunny day.