Muffin_Man

The Muffin Man is seated at the table in the laboratory of the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen...
Reaching for an oversized chrome spoon
He gathers the necessary quantity of dried muffin crumbs
And brushing his scapular aside proceeds to put them inside his shirt...
He turns to us and says: "Some people like cupcakes better. I for one care less for them!"
Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas spout of a fully charged icing tool
He poots forth a quarter-ounce green rosette (oh ah yuk yuk... let's try that again!... )
He poots forth a green rosette almost right at the top of a dark but radiant muffin of his own invention.
After a while he says:
"Some people... some people like cupcakes exclusively.
While I say there is naught nor ought there be nothing
So exalted on the face of God's grey earth
As that prince of foods... The Muffin!"
Girl, you thought he was a man But he was a muffin
He hung around till you found That he didn't know nothing
Girl, you thought he was a man But he only was a-puffin
No cries are heard in the night Because he is stuffing.