Spider's on the roam.
Spider's on the roam.
Within this house he roves
from home on web he wove.
Likes to crawl about for trove
on plaster, grout and stove.
Spider's on the roam.

There's Miss Muffet at the door.
She spots the tuffet on the floor.
Takes a big bowl of clay
filled with curds and whey.
Then she sits to have a bite,
sweet clammy treat is white,
yucky stuff to gorge, yeah.

Girl, ya gotta watch your back.
Girl, the spider might attack.
Wavin' legs so black,
cravin' for a snack.
From ceiling he suspends.
The spider then descends.
Muffet's jaw goes slack, yeah.

Spider's havin' fun.
Muffet's mood turns glum.
Within her house she runs.
In sooth this girl is stunned,
tries to dodge this prowlin' one.
The spider's tale is spun.
Spider's havin' fun.

Spider's on the roam.
Muffet's left her home.
Tuffet's left alone.