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Copy & Paste Drury Emojis & Symbols r/shortscarystories4 yr. ago[deleted]Do You Know t

r/shortscarystories 4 yr. ago [deleted] Do You Know the Muffin Man? Oh, do you know the Muffin Man The Muffin Man, the Muffin Man Oh, do you know the Muffin Man He lives on Drury Lane ** Oh, yes I know the Muffin Man The Muffin Man, the Muffin Man For he returns with dark demands You've yet to pay your debt ** The illness struck your family Your father suffered fev'rishly Your sister's cough, unsavoury Your mother struggled so ** The loved ones needed bread to eat Their health required costly meat And medicine with fruit so sweet You made the call for help ** From Drury Lane, the Muffin Man Responded to your plighted plan A contract signed with your own hand The binding pact was formed ** 'Twas eighty pounds and shillings four And food to stock the kitchen drawers With medicine to soothe the sores Your fam'ly could endure ** In leaving you, the Man implored To pay the debt – you shan't ignore For future pain (so much abhorred) Would curse if you evade ** The seasons passed – with all your strength You could not pay the funds you've take'd Your loved ones, still with sickness, shake'd The Muffin Man's arrived ** “Good sir, I cannot pay today I beg you please, will you delay My promises, I won't betray Your trust, but please more time” ** The Muffin Man says, Time is done Some men require livers young And tender kidneys not high-strung For then you see his blade ** When fam'ly wakes from sickness' hold They call for you until they're told The Muffin Man took heart and soul Your loved ones wail in tears ** Oh, do you know the Muffin Man The Muffin Man, the Muffin Man Take care, be not trapped in his hands He lives on Drury Lane

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