The Poetry Corner

Old Mother Hubbard

By Walter Crane

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 a pipe. 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 sempstress To buy him some linen, But when she came back, The Dog was a-spinning. She went to the hosier's To buy him some hose, But when she came back, He was drest in his clothes. The Dame made a curtsey, 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 sing, he could dance. He could read, he could write. She gave him rich dainties Whenever he fed, And erected a monument When he was dead.