Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To give the poor dog a bone;
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;
When she came back
The dog was dead!
She went to the undertaker's
To buy him a coffin;
When she came back
The dog was laughing.
She took a clean dish
to get him some tripe;
When she came back
He was smoking his pipe.
She went to the alehouse
To get him some beer;
When she came back
The dog sat in a chair.
She went to the tavern
For white wine and red;
When she came back
The dog stood on his head.
She went to the fruiterer's
To buy him some fruit;
When she came back
He was playing the flute.
She went to the tailor's
To buy him a coat;
When she came back
He was riding a goat.
She went to the hatter's
To buy him a hat;
When she came back
He was feeding her cat.
She went to the barber's
To buy him a wig
When she came back
He was dancing a jig.
She went to the cobbler's
To buy him some shoes;
When she came back
He was reading the news.
She went to the sempstress
To buy him some linen;
When she came back
The dog was spinning.
She went to the hosier's
To buy him some hose;
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.
This wonderful dog
Was Dame Hubbard's delight
,
He could read, he could dance,
He could sing, he could write;
She gave him rich dainties
Whenever he fed,
And erected this monument
When he was dead.
Most days I feel like Old Mother Hubbard that Lived in a Shoe with so many kids she didn't know what to do! Running to and fro... here and there and everywhere like a chicken with my head cut off! Did I eat today, have I drank today, OMG did I even change my shoes before walking out the door? Have you ever walked out of your house with your slippers on or your flip flops that you wear around the house? Oh well let me assure you of one grand thing! I sure have!... Mortified you might say? Well in my younger years I might have been, now I blame it on the craziness of my kids. As they are all saying something to me, asking questions or being goofy and even fighting as we walk out. So is it really my fault? NOPE!
