She need not have been so quickly caught,
For the long red bushy fox's tail,
Swept over the meadow like a trail.
But 'twas rather dark, for night was near,
And another thing, I greatly fear.
She felt too anxious to see quite clear;
She was simply a goose of one idea.
The school-master opens wide his book,
The goose makes a long, long neck, to look,
He opens his mouth, as if to cough,