Old Mother Goose
Old Mother Goose
When she wanted to wander
Would fly through the air
On a very fine gander.
Mother Goose had a house;
It stood in the wood
Where an owl at the door
As sentinel stood.
She had a son, Jack,
a plain looking lad,
'Twas not very good,
Nor yet very bad.
She sent him to market.
A live goose he bought.
"See, Mother?" he said,
"I have not
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