I thought I'd eaten six small geese,
But they've turned out only stones."
He bent his neck to lap—instead,
He tumbled in, heels over head;
And so heavy he was, as he went down
He could not help but drown!
And after that, in thankful pride,
With goslings seven at her side,
The gray goose came to the river's brink
Each day to swim and drink.