Poem: Mother Hubbard and her Dog

Old Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard, To get her poor dog a bone; But when she came 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 joiner'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 his pipe.

She went to the fishmonger's To buy him some fish; And when she came back, He was licking the dish.

She went to the ale-house To get him some beer; But when she came back, The dog sat in a chair.

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 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 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 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 spinning.

She went to the hosiers To buy him some hose; But when she came back, He was dressed in his clothes.

The dame made a curtsy, The dog made a bow; The dame said, Your servant, The dog said; Bow, wow.