Probably growing up you heard a children's rhyme that goes:
A blueberry muffin, how delicious it looks
"Do you know the muffin man, The muffin man, the muffin man, Oh, do you know the muffin man, That lives on Drury Lane?
Yes, I know the muffin man, The muffin man, the muffin man, Oh, yes, I know the muffin man, That lives on Drury Lane."
Well, have I got a story for you!
Long ago, around the Victorian Era, there was a 14 year old Nobelman's son who dreamed of opening a bakery. This young man's name was Clive Green.
His father would say to him, "There is no way on God's Holy Earth that I shall let my son become a baker."
A week later, his father fell ill with double pnemunonia. The doctors couldn't do much to save him.
Clive entered his father's chamber, with his 'kerchief covering his mouth and nose, he muffledly asked, "You called upon me, Father?"
His father sighed sadly as he replied, "Son, my life is over. I am leaving my money and estate to you. If you still wish to pursue your baking dreams, though I deem them as foolish, I cannot stop you now, as I am dying. Just remember to always be strong."
That night, Clive's father passed away.
Clive's mother was grief stricken upon hearing of her husband's passing and was admitted to the mental ward because she was depressed.
Clive only had his young sister, Alice, to help him.
Clive turned the parlor of their house into a restaurant style cafe and would bake intensely from dawn until dusk, until a rainny day in May when he opened the doors to the public.
People, old and young, tall and short, wide and thin came to the shop. They saw the baking was priced decently, tasted delicious, and they would even stay at the muffin shop to socialize.
After a week or so, Queen Victoria and her husband, Prince Albert, stopped in and gave the muffins a try.
Queen Victoria exclaimed, "Oh my fruitful vine, these are divine!"
Prince Alber tried one too and he found them pleasant as well.
Clive Green was now the Queen's baker, he was very wealthy and him and his sister Alice worked merrily in the muffin business, they sometimes gave children free muffins if they saw they were behaving well or were street beggars.
The children made a song about Clive Green that is still sung to this very day.
The End