I did not, repeat did not,
Sit on a tuffet.
I sat on a bench.
A bench, I tell you.
And this nonsense about curds and whey?
Have you ever tasted curds?
They may as well call it “squeaky cheese”—
It is not good.
And whey?
C’mon.
It’s disgusting.
And that spider?
I’m not afraid of some
Spider.
He may have startled me,
But I was not afraid.
I squashed him.
That Goose is a lyin’, flippin’ fowl
Personally, I like cottage cheese, but the poem is a fun twist on an old nursery rhyme. It has a feminist flair as well! How dare “Mother” Goose diminish this strong female into a meek eek a spider person!