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Twelve geese

In a row

(So these

Always go).

Down-hill

They meander,

Tail to bill;

First the gander.

So they stalked,

Bold as brass

As they walked

To the grass.

Suddenly

Stopped the throng;

Plain to see

Something's wrong

Yes; there is

Something white!

No quiz;

Clear to sight.

('Twill amuse

When you're told

'Twas a news-

Paper old.)

Gander spoke.

Braver bird

Never broke

Egg, I've heard:

"Stand here

Steadily,

Never fear,

Wait for me."

Forth he went,

Cautious, slow,

Body bent,

Head low.

All the rest

Stood fast,

Waiting for

What passed.

Wind came

With a caper,

Caught same

Daily paper.

Up it sailed

In the air;

Courage failed

Then and there.

Scared well

Out of wits;

Nearly fell

Into fits.

Off they sped,

Helter-skelter,

'Till they'd fled

Under shelter.

Poor geese!

Never mind;

Other geese

One can find,

Cut the same

Foolish caper

At empty wind

In a paper.