Jack be nimble,
Run jack as fast as you can
Because you need to escape the muffin man!
The muffin man!
Yes the muffin man, he lives on Drury lane.
Jack be quick,
Run Jack don’t lag behind
He’ll take your down below
Where he bakes all night
The ovens white hot and aglow
Where little Jack Horner
Sits in his corner
Sharpening his blade upon a stone.
Saying over and over to himself
What I good boy am I!
Jack jump over the fence and run
Or you will be removing Horner’s thumb
But on it will not sit a plumb
It will be your heart that beats one last time
By the light of but one single source
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