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Ernestine Northover
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A Goose and a Gander went for a walk,
The Goose said to the Gander, ‘We must talk‘,
‘We both will just have to run far away,
for very soon I know will come the day,
when we will meet the grim conveyor belt,
and a nasty blow will to us be dealt.
We'll end up, trussed up, in a butcher's shop,
by then we will sadly have got the chop‘.
‘I quite agree with you', the Gander said,
‘I've been thinking the same and with some dread,
we'll have to escape in the dead of night,
so no one at all can observe our flight'.
Next eve, they crept shaking into the dark.
and crossed to the City's large public park.
Then from there onto other places new,
so please wish them well, whatever you do.
You know, I really hope that they got away,
And were not on my table on Christmas Day.
© Ernestine Northover
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