Old Mother Hubbard
Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard
To fetch her poor doggie a bone
And consider the way that all things must decay.
She wept: she was truly alone.
Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard
To fetch her poor doggie a bone
And consider the way that all things must decay.
She wept: she was truly alone.
Comments
Part of the endless cycle of things?
and understood what it meant to die, a lesson we wait until adulthood to learn. Quite the grown up nursery rhyme you’ve written here Simon.