Muffin or Starfish

Well, I got a story that’s a little absurd

About a starfish that’s not what it’s heard

A man asked if it was pink, and I just shrugged

Now I see muffins, man, my mind’s been smudged

Went down to the mirror, took a good hard look

Thought about that starfish, in a little nook

Is it pink or brown, guess I never knew

Now muffins keep poppin', thanks to you

Oh, Freya, you’ve changed my view

Now every time I see a muffin, I think of you

Can’t unlearn what you showed me today

Now muffins rule the world in a different way

It’s a brown muffin, not a pink starfish

Thanks to you, I see it like this

No more pink, just a muffin in disguise

Thanks for the lesson, not to scrutinize

Mirror, mirror on the wall

What’s that muffin? After all?

You showed me life’s a little bizarre

Now I see muffins, near and far

So next time someone asks about my starfish

I’ll just smile and say, 'It’s a muffin, wish'

Thanks, Freya, for the visual switch

Now muffins and me, we’re quite enriched