I held the muffin in my hand
And stared quite longingly
The round and blue explosions made
I felt the weight of moist hot bread
And squeezed a little in my hand
And felt it give and push right back
Pushed me right back where I stand.
I put my mouth upon the top
And bit right down with gentle mind
And tasted all the sweetness there
And all the bread that I did find.
You are many things to me
Many more than you will know
A muffin stands for harmony
And feels the way that I might go.