No, it wasn’t. ’Twas some of your own girls and boys. My babies helped, crying a little, you see, But the poor things are hungry as hungry can be. I just wish I had that old dog by the ears, I’d pull ’em, I wager, until I fetched tears! I’d made a big kettle of broth, rich and good, When I spied Willie Winkie a-stealing my wood; And while I was chasing the mischievous tike, Well, while I was chasing o’ him, old dog Rover Come snooping along; and he spied out the kettle Where I’d sot it a minute, to cool and to settle, And he stuck in his nose, that’s so long and so lean, And jest gobbled away till the kettle was clean. My babies all yelled to see their bill of fare Going down that dog’s neck, but not much did he care Till I caught him, and gin him a trouncing. You bet That the greedy old critter’s hide smarts on him yet. Then I gin Mother Hubbard a piece of my mind Till she went away, snuffling. Said I was “unkind”!

Old Woman Monologue from A Troublesome Flock: A Mother Goose Play

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