by Anon Old Mother Goose, When she wanted to wander, Would ride through the air On a very fine gander. Mother Goose had a house, ’Twas built in a wood, An owl at the door For a porter stood. She had a son Jack, A plain-looking lad, He was not very good, Nor yet very bad. She sent him to market, A live goose he bought: “Here! Mother,” says he, “It will not go for naught.” Jack’s goose and her gander Grew very fond; They’d both eat together, Or swim in one pond. Jack found one morning, As I have been told, His goose had laid him An egg of pure gold. Jack rode to his mother, The news for to tell. She called him a good boy, And said it was well.
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