THE GOOSE NAMED HEATHER

OLD HEATHER THE GOOSE

AND HER FRIEND THE MOOSE

NEVER AGREED

ON WHAT TO EAT

THE MOOSE LIKED ONIONS

THE GOOSE DID NOT

AND FRIED AT THAT

RIGHT IN A POT

BROWN ONIONS COOKED

AND LAYERED LOOSE

THE SMELL REPELLED

THE GREYING GOOSE

THE MOOSE WOULD DINE

AND THE GOOSE WOULD WHINE,

“AS YOU CONSUME,

IT FOULS THE ROOM”

THE MOOSE LAUGHED HARD

SAYING, “YOU’RE WHAT’S FOWL”

RETREATING TO THE YARD,

THE GOOSE WOULD GROWL

BUT THE MOOSE DID EAT

AND DANCE A STEP

THOUGH NOT TOO FLEET,

TWAS FULL OF PEP

HE OFT DANCED BACKWARDS IN A LINE

WHILE OLD GREY GOOSE DANCED JUST BELOW

MOOSE ONCE BUMPED HIS HEAD UPON THE PINE

AND TWIRLED AWRY UPON HOOFED TOE

THEN WAS HEARD A CRUNCH OF BONE

ALONG WITH WILD FLUSH OF FEATHER

THE FLAILING MOOSE HAD COMPLETELY CRUSHED

HIS GOOD FRIEND THE GOOSE NAMED HEATHER