Old Mother Hubbard

Old Mother Hubbard

Old Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard, To give her poor dog a bone; When she came there, The cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog had none. But Mother Hubbard, never one to despair, Patted her pup and smoothed down his hair. "There must be a shop with a biscuit or two, A yummy treat just for you!" Off they trotted, with the rain as their guide, Puddles splashing, soaking their side. They reached the butcher's, a sight most forlorn, The wind had blown down the shop sign in the storm. "No bones for your doggy," the butcher sighed deep, "The rain washed the delivery right off to the deep! But wait!" he exclaimed, with a twinkle in his eye, "There's a juicy leftover, a nice, meaty tie!" The dog wagged his tail, a happy little soul, As Mother Hubbard reached for the meaty, red roll. Back home they went, with a spring in their step, The rain had stopped falling, the clouds began to break. The dog munched contentedly, tail thumping the floor, Mother Hubbard hummed, happy troubles were over. For even with rain and an empty cupboard's surprise, Kindness and wit could still bring a twinkle to their eyes.