Hiding With A Squab

'Have you run out of luck? ' Said the goose who left a flock of geese, On an approach... To what was thought, To be a sitting duck plucked. ~No not at all.~ Replied a nearby pigeon, Practicing ventriloquism... And hiding with a squab, Of witnessing young pigeons. ~My family and I, Have grown tired of berries, popcorn and nuts. And we decided to use a decoy, To see what showed up. But to my surprise, A nosey goose has arrived. Strutting with a pulchritude... To annoy a duck... My uncle disguised. Telling me that I had talents, The family thought could be put to better use. And here you come strutting... Believing a plucked duck has run out of luck, When tonight a family of pigeons.... Are going to feast on cooked goose. Something to feed the younger pigeons, To lift them with an ego boost! Get 'em boys! ~