Some Untreasured Couplets on United Kingdom Defence Spending "Will you both roam the world for me and mind my door?â€ Asks Mother Hubbard of her dogs of war. She spreads her â€œDaily Mailâ€ beneath the table To snatch each lonely crumb as she is able, When â€“ lo - an inside photograph exposes A skeleton, a dog, the Mary Roseâ€™s! Ask! Did it drown because the ship was faulty? Or starve perhaps as victuals were too paltry? This insight born of history beside, Alas, poor Hatch, â€˜the dog it was that diedâ€™.