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The White Goose

Moving's so hard for an air ship,
Like a wale it's far too fat.
Being so huge I just don’t know
How they can fly and that is that.
               Geese are quite a different matter
               We can fly so very far.
               With my thickly feathered body
               I can follow any star.
 
                      I do more than stay there flapping
                      Up in the great blue sky
                      I have goose feathers for writing
                      My poems so divine.
               Of seas I tell and oceans,
               Of palaces and hovels,
               And the odd romantic novel.
 
Off I go, no hesitation
Stops me when I must go far,
I will gather new impressions,
Show off just how great we are.
               Seagull flies along beside me,
               Then we’ll circle round some ducks,
               Off I go goose-stepping wildly
               Look up there, a goose! Good luck!
 
All my girl-friends are real stars,
The wind along the way’s a mate.
Flying with my friends beside me
Doing the pole’s a piece of cake,
               Everywhere, the whole world over
               Feathers falling from such height,
               If you’ve caught one, then it’s likely
               You have also things to write.
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