“Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle”: 'tis the muffin-man you see:
“Tinkle, tinkle,” says the muffin-man's bell;
“Any crumpets, any muffins, any cakes for your tea:
There are plenty here to sell.”

“Tinkle,” says the little bell, clear and bright:
“Tinkle, tinkle,” says the muffin-man's bell;
We have had bread and milk for supper to-night,
And some nice plum-cake as well.

“Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,” says the little bell again,
But it sounds quite far away;
“If you don't buy my muffins and my cakes, it is plain
I must take them home to-day.”