And Goosey, determined her fate to know,
Went and sought all the field far and near.
At last she descried poor Gobble’s head,
And some feathers, not far apart;
So she told Ganderee she had found her dead,
And they both felt quite sad at heart.
Now Goosey was pretty, but liked her own way,
Like Gobble, and some other birds.
“’Tis no matter,” said she, “if I only obey
A part of my mother’s last words.”