Old Mother Goose

Old Mother Goose,When she wanted to wander,Would ride through the airOn a very fine gander.

Mother Goose had a house,’Twas built in a wood,Where an owl at the doorFor sentinel stood.

This is her son Jack,A smart looking lad.He is 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 nought.”

Jack’s goose and her ganderGrew very fond,They’d both eat together,And swim in one pond.

Jack found one morning,As I have been told,His goose had laid himAn 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.

Jack sold his gold eggTo a rogue that he knew,Who cheated him out ofThe half of his due.

Then Jack went a courtingA lady so gay,As fair as the Lily,And sweet as the May.

The Rogue and the SquireCame close at his back,And began to belaborThe sides of poor Jack.

And then the gold eggWas thrown into the sea,But Jack he jumped in,And got it back presently.

The Rogue got the goose,Which he vowed he’d kill,Resolving at onceHis pockets to fill.

Jack’s mother came in,And caught the goose soon,And, mounting its back,Flew up to the moon.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!