THE FOX AND THE GEESE.
There was once a Goose at the point of death,
So she called her three daughters near,
And desired them all, with her latest breath,
Her last dying words to hear.
“There’s a Mr. Fox,” said she, “that I know,
Who lives in a covert hard by;
To our race he has proved a deadly foe,
So beware of his treachery.
“Build houses, ere long, of stone or of bricks,