[Verse 1] The fog rolls thick down Drury Lane Where cobblestones are slick with rain A sweet scent rises in the cold A deadly trap for the young and bold He works the dough with heavy hands But blood is baked into his plans A gentle smile, an open door Where little feet return no more. [Chorus] Oh, do you know the Muffin Man? The Muffin Man, the Muffin Man? He doesn’t come to bring you sweets He hunts the shadows of the streets So run away as fast as you can From the oven of the Muffin Man. [Verse 2] A pastry tied upon a string A little bell that starts to ring He lures them from the crowded square Into his warm and waiting lair Old Frederick with his baker's hat Is feeding more than just the cat The flour dust conceals the dread Of what he kneads into the bread. [Chorus] Oh, do you know the Muffin Man? The Muffin Man, the Muffin Man? He doesn’t come to bring you sweets He hunts the shadows of the streets So run away as fast as you can From the oven of the Muffin Man. [Bridge] Fifteen children, maybe more Swallowed by the cellar door The hearth fire burns a sickly bright Into the cold and endless night The nursery rhyme they sing today Was built to keep the kids away. A warning wrapped in simple rhyme A Hidden history of crime. [Verse 3] The bakery is long since closed But legends wake when night is cold And if you walk down Drury Lane And smell the sugar in the rain Don't turn around, don't stop to stare The phantom baker's waiting there. [Chorus] Oh, do you know the Muffin Man? The Muffin Man, the Muffin Man? He doesn’t come to bring you sweets He hunts the shadows of the streets So run away as fast as you can From the oven of the Muffin Man. [Outro] He lives on Drury Lane, they said. He bakes his secrets in the bread. Do you know the Muffin Man? Pray you never meet the Muffin Man. © 2026 Akashic Flux Collective. All rights reserved.
