I would no more wish to be born a muffin man than a poet or an Archbishop.
It was the muffin man going his constant and monotonous rounds.
I'd turn milk or muffin man, and serve the street they lived in.
Hazel Ripwinkley said it all came of "knowing the muffin man:" and so it did.
Even the muffin man's bell, so welcome in the winter afternoon's gloom, seems now more seldom heard.
Then the muffin man asks this player any questions he pleases, “Is the morn shining?”
A muffin man rang his bell, a small boy clattered his stick against the area bailing.