Old Mother Hubbard
Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard,
To get 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 barber’s to buy him a wig;
When he came back he was dancing a jig.
“Oh, you dear merry Grig, how nicely you’re prancing!”
Then she held up the wig, and began dancing.
She went to the fruiterer’s to buy him some fruit;
When she came back he was playing the flute.
“Oh, you musical dog! you surely can speak:
Come sing me a song!” — and he set up a squeak.
The dog he cut capers and turned out his toes;
‘Twill soon cure the vapors he such attitude shows.
The dame made a curtsey, the dog made a bow;
The dame said, “Your servant;” the dog said, “Bow-wow!”
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