Old Mother Hubbard,
She went to the cupboard,
To give 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,
And when she came back,
The poor dog was dead.

She went to the joiner's
To buy him a coffin,
And when she came back,
The poor dog was laughing.

She took a clean dish,
To get him some tripe,
And when she came back,
He was smoking his pipe.

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