BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL THINGS Ralph McTell Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet, And eating her curds and her whey. And along came a spider and sat down beside her And frightened Miss Muffet away. Oh, what a shame. Oh, who do you blame? The spider soon finished his web, And the rain came down, and hung it with diamonds. And a bird flew along, with the stroke of his wing Broke the web, he and the spider. Oh, what a shame. Oh, who do you blame? The bird flew up high into the sky, And the sun lit the tips of his wet wings with fire. And a man with a gun shot him down to the ground, And went home and sung in the choir.