THE GOOSE GIRL.
By Lucy Fitch Perkins.
Oh, I’m a goose, and you’re a goose, and we’re all geese together.
We wander over hill and dale, all in the sweet June weather,
While wise folk stay indoors and pore
O’er dusty books for learning lore.
How glad I am—how glad you are—that we’re birds of a feather:
That you’re a goose, and I’m a goose, and we’re all geese together!
THE PHILOSOPHER
By Lucy Fitch Perkins.
Let me make you acquainted with Mrs. O’Toole,
Though she’s had little learning, she’s nobody’s fool,
She loves her fine geese, but when they are dead
She’ll comfort herself with a new feather bed.