POOR MOTHER HUBBARD
Old Mother Hubbard neglected her cupboard,
And her poor dog was having it woof.
He’d gone as thin as a rail, couldn’t wag his own tail,
So he said to her “I’ve had enough.
I’m thinking of parking myself down in barking,
And I hope it’s not up a wrong tree.
But you’ve turned out bone idle, made me suicidal,
Now there’s only one thing left for me.
So goodbye Mother Hubbard and your boneless cupboard,
It’s nobody’s fault but your own.
I’ve made up my mind to leave you behind,
Because a doggys best friend is his bone”.
By
Alfred Weston
© Copyright Reserved 2003
Old Mother Hubbard neglected her cupboard,
And her poor dog was having it woof.
He’d gone as thin as a rail, couldn’t wag his own tail,
So he said to her “I’ve had enough.
I’m thinking of parking myself down in barking,
And I hope it’s not up a wrong tree.
But you’ve turned out bone idle, made me suicidal,
Now there’s only one thing left for me.
So goodbye Mother Hubbard and your boneless cupboard,
It’s nobody’s fault but your own.
I’ve made up my mind to leave you behind,
Because a doggys best friend is his bone”.
By
Alfred Weston
© Copyright Reserved 2003
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