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THE GOOSE.

i.

I knew an old wife lean and poor,

⁠Her rags scarce held together;
There strode a stranger to the door,
⁠And it was windy weather.

ii.

He held a goose upon his arm,

⁠He utter'd rhyme and reason,
"Here, take the goose, and keep you warm,
⁠It is a stormy season."

iii.

She caught the white goose by the leg,

⁠A goose—'twas no great matter.
The goose let fall a golden egg
⁠With cackle and with clatter.