I had no clue as to what Mother Goose rhyme I should go with, until today when DH told me about his visit over to his mother's this past Tuesday night. Our dog went with, and apparently the dog helped himself to two granola bars that were in my mother-in-law's office. He unwrapped them, left her the trash to pick up off the floor. So I used the 1st verse of Mother Goose & added a second verse. And a poet I am not... 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. To Grandma’s the poor dog went His typical Tuesday night He stole and ate two granola bars And they were good to the very last bite.