A dark twist on an old tale
Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard
To fetch her poor dog a bone;
When she got there, the cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
This went on a week, with both getting weak,
No sign of a meal, stale or fresh;
Then the old woman died and her doggy, he cried,
But ate, for a time, of her flesh.
To fetch her poor dog a bone;
When she got there, the cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
This went on a week, with both getting weak,
No sign of a meal, stale or fresh;
Then the old woman died and her doggy, he cried,
But ate, for a time, of her flesh.
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