A man called Rough Hubbard
Bought him a tough cupboard
To see his porcelain was not broke
He locked the cupboard so no boy could poke
Happy on his china in safety more
He stood the cupboard a little near door
When things were set, his heart got rest
His round eyes shone as he shook his crest
“Now none can finger”, he uttered, “tut, tut”!
Most loud thud! He slammed the door shut
The door thus flew as fiercely as it could
Into the cupboard that shook so good
Thousand small crocks in a careless stroke
Chink, chink, chink, chink all china broke
Hubbard was so, so sad a lad
Bad was not he, his luck was bad
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