The Muffin Man is seated at the table in the laboratory of the...

[Bush_Eats_Beef]

...utility muffin research kitchen,

Reaching for an oversize chrome spoon, he gathers and intimate quantity of dried muffin remnants.

Brushing his scapular aside, proceeds to dump these inside of his shirt.

He turns to us and speaks, "Some people like cupcakes better, I for one care less for them."

Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of a fully-charged icing anointment utensil, he poots forth a quarter ounce green rossette near the summit of a dense but radiant muffin of his own design.

Later he says, "Some people, like cupcakes exclusively while myself I say there is not, nor ought there be nothing so exulted on the face of God's great earth, as that prince of foods, the muffin.

Girl, you thought he was a man, but he was a muffin.
he hung around till you found that he didn't know nothing.
Girl, you thought he was a man, but he only was a-puffin'
No cries is heard in the night as a result of him stuffin'