Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet eating her curds and birdseed.
Then from above her a grouch came to huff her and said "What's To Drink? I'm Thirsty".
So Little Miss Muffet got up from her tuffet and opened the pantry door.
There's some cheese and a cake a pie and some steak but nothing to drink anymore.
"It's hard to think when there's nothing to drink", said the grouch with a wink of his eye. "I don't think I can wait or I'm sure to be late. So I'll take the cheese and the pie."
Before she could speak her beak had a tweak and she let lose a terrible sneeze.
When the air had cleared just as she feared the grouch was all covered with cheese.