OLD Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard, To fetch her poor dog a bone; But when she got there The cupboard was bare And so the poor dog had none. She went to the baker's To buy him some bread; But when she came back The poor dog was dead. She went to the undertaker's To buy him a coffin; But when she came back The poor dog was laughing. She took a clean dish To get him some tripe; But when she came back He was smoking a pipe. She went to the fishmonger's To buy him some fish; But when she came back He was licking the dish. She went to the tavern For white wine and red; But when she came back The dog stood on his head. She went to the fruiterer's To buy him some fruit; But when she came back He was playing the flute. She went to the tailor's To buy him a coat; But when she came back He was riding a goat. She went to the hatter's To buy him a hat; But when she came back He was feeding the cat. She went to the barber's To buy him a wig; But when she came back He was dancing a jig. She went to the cobbler's To buy him some shoes; But when she came back He was reading the news. She went to the seamstress To buy him some linen; But when she came back The dog was a-spinning. She went to the hosier's To buy him some hose; But when she came back He was dressed in his clothes. The dame made a curtsey, The dog made a bow; The dame said, Your servant, The dog said, Bow-wow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEPARTURE OF THE SWALLOW by WILLIAM HOWITT THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONAUTICA): THE SAILING OF THE ARGO by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS SONNET: 12 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THY BIRTHDAY by CLAUDE A. BARR |