To finger the goose, and away he ran:
And he the poulterer out loud did call,
“Oh! I’ve lost the best goose in all Leadenhall!”
Oh! my Michaelmas goose, &c.
They sought it that hour, they sought it all day,
They sought it in vain till the night passed away!
“The cleanest—the dirtiest—the filthiest spot,
The old maid sought wildly but found it not;
At length, as onward she did roam,
She looked far the goose all the way she went home;