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Ganderee went into an elephant's shop,
And quickly she bought a new churn; For, as it grew late, she feared to stop,
As in safety she wished to return.
Ere, however, she got about half the way,
She saw approaching her foe;
For she knew not which way to go.
But at last of a capital plan she bethought,
Of a place where she safely might hide ; She
got into the churn that she had just bought, And then fastened the lid inside.
The churn was placed on the brow of a hill,
And with Ganderee's weight down it rolled, Passing the Fox, who stood perfectly still,
Quite alarmed, though he was very bold.
For the Goose’s wings flapped strangely about,
And the noise was fearful to hear ; And so bruised she felt she was glad to get out,
When she thought that the coast was clear.
So safely she reached her own home at noon,
And the Fox ne'er saw her that day;
And cried out in a terrible way,
Quick, quick, let me in! oh, for once be kind,
For the huntsman's horn I hear;
For the hunters and hounds draw near.”
So the Goose looked out in order to see
Whether Reynard was only in jest;
She opened the door to her guest.
“I'll hide you,” she said, “in my nice new churn.”
“ That will do very well,” said he ; “And thank you for doing me this good turn,
Most friendly and kind Ganderee.”
Then into the churn the Fox quickly got;
But, ere the Goose put on the top,
And poured in every drop.
Then the Fox cried out, “O! I burn, I burn,
And I feel in a pitiful plight;”
So Reynard he died that night.
MORAL. Mankind have an enemy whom they well know,
Who tempts them in every way; But they, too, at length shall o'ercome this foe,
If wisdom's right law they obey.