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There was once a Goose at the point of death,
So she called her three daughters near, And desired them all, with her latest breath,
Her last dying words to hear.
“ There's a Mr. Fox,” said she, “ that I know,
Who lives in a covert hard by,
So beware of his treachery.
“ Build houses, ere long, of stone or of bricks,
And get tiles for your roofs, I pray ; For I know, of old, Mr. Reynard's tricks,
And I fear he may come any day.”
Thus saying, she died, and her daughters fair,
Gobble, Goosey, and Ganderee,Agreed together, that they would beware
Of Mr. Fox, their enemy. .
But Gobble, the youngest, I grieve to say,
Soon came to a very bad end,
And would not to her mother attend.
For she made, with some boards, an open nest,
For a roof took the lid of a box; Then quietly laid herself down to rest,
And thought she was safe from the Fox.
Thought he, “ Now I'll have some supper and fun,
For of both I am really fond.”
Then on to the box he sprang in a trice,
And roused Mrs. Gobble from bed; She only had time to hiss once or twice
Ere he snapped off her lily-white head.
Her sisters at home felt anxious and low
Gobble did not appear,
Went and sought all the field far and near.
At last she descried poor Gobble's head,
And some feathers not far apart,
And they both felt quite sad at heart.
Now Goosey was pretty, but liked her own way,
Like Gobble, and some other birds.
mother's last words."
So her house she soon built of nice red brick,
But she only thatched it with straw;
And she thought that, however the fox might kick,
He could not get e'en a paw.
So she went to sleep, and at dead of night
She heard at the door a low scratch;
Attempted to jump on the thatch.
But he tumbled back, and against the wall
Grazed his nose in a fearful way,
He barked, and ran slowly away.
So Goosey laughed, and felt quite o'erjoyed
To have thus escaped from all harm;
She would have felt dreadful alarm;
For Gobble had been his last dainty meat,
So hungry he really did feel, And resolved in his mind to accomplish this feat,
And have the young goose for a meal.
So he slyly lighted a bundle of straws, 7
And made no more noise than a mouse,