The man held his coat close. "How the wind blows!" said he. At last the North Wind said, "I am tired. I can not do it." Then the Sun shone. "I like that," said the man. "I shall take my coat off." "Which is stronger?" asked the Sun. Old Mother Hubbard To get her poor Dog a bone; But when she came there, The cupboard was bare, And so the poor Dog got none. She went to the baker's To buy him some bread; But when she came back, The poor Dog was dead. She went to the hatter's To buy him a hat; But when she came back, He was feeding the cat. She went to the barber's To buy him a wig; But when she came back, He was dancing a jig. But when she came back, He was riding a goat. She went to the cobbler's To buy him some shoes; But when she came back, He was reading the news. She went to the hosier's To buy him some hose; But when she came back, He was dressed in his clothes. The Dame made a curtsey, The Dog made a bow; The Dame said, "Your servant," |