Who calls? I cannot say, Nor do I care -- nor care! @3Old Mother Hubbard went to her cupboard And found that the cupboard was bare.@1 The mouldering folk may call? Ah, then, an end to songs! Come to our wounds with cool powder and poultice, And a gold pen to right our wrongs. Who calls? And one is two? The cat is dead -- was killed! Yellow canary will sing on the coffin And live in the house -- one will build! |