It was snowing, the wind was blowing, and the rooster was crowing, <br />When the goose got loose and drank some juice, <br />And the gander began to meander out yonder. <br />They joined up and drank with a pup from a cup. <br />Together each feather withstood the weather, <br />And that was the beginning of their courtship. <br />She wore a pink bonnet with flowers fixed upon it, <br />And a shawl of pink and blue, which was brand new. <br />He wore an old vest, that was torn at the pocket. <br />He brought her a gift, which he found on the ground <br />a pretty gold locket. <br />His cap was on backwards, with the bill toward the back. <br />A trickster by nature; you ought to hear him quack! <br />She made up her mind, he was one of a kind. <br />His vest should be lined, and his shoes should be shined. <br />But, with promises galore, that she hadn't heard before, <br />She thought with that pitch, he really was rich. <br />So, he got ditched they did not get hitched, <br />And that was the ending of their courtship.<br /><br />Millie I. Cassell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-goose-and-the-gander/
