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Some surreal dream.  Sprinkled with colourful blocks

And larger than life characters.  I get out of bed.

I hear the call of the muffin man and know he's too 

Far away to reach.  With hot cross buns to build 

London bridge, which, apparently has fallen down.

 

Do you know the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man; Do you know the muffin man who lives down Drurey lane?