Said a fox to a goose,
(From a farm-house let loose)
And chanced to be pluming a feather,
“Dear goose, how d’ye do?
’Tis strange, and yet true,
That you and I meet here together!
Said the goose (with a stare),
“Mr. Fox, are you there?
And to see you indeed is a pleasure!
In truth I must say,