“O dear!” said the Fox, “I can’t really tell
Who put such a thought in your head:
“For I’ve always liked geese more than other birds,
And you of your race I’ve loved best.”
But the Goose ne’er heeded his flattering words,
So hungry he went to his rest.
Next week she beheld him again appear;
“Let me in very quick,” he cried,
“For the news I’ve to tell you’ll be charmed to hear,
And ’tis rude to keep me outside.”