The waves bent under her breast of snow,
And her red feet paddled about below,
But she wasn't a happy goose—oh no!
It troubled her more than she could tell,
That in the town where she chanced to dwell,
The saying of "stupid as a goose,"
Was one that was very much in use.
For sneers and snubbing are hard to bear,
Be he man or beast I do not care,
Or pinioned fowl of the earth or air,