Because she preferred her own silly way,
And would not to her mother attend.
For she made, with some boards, an open nest,
For a roof took the lid of a box;
Then quietly laid herself down to rest,
And thought she was safe from the Fox.
But Reynard, in taking an evening run,
Soon scented the goose near the pond;
Thought he, “Now I’ll have some supper and fun,
For of both I am really fond.”