Old Mother Goose
Old Mother Goose, when
she wanted to wander,
Would ride through the air
On a very fine gander.
Mother Goose had a house,
‘Twas built in a wood.
An owl at the door
For a porter stood.
She had a son Jack,
A plain-looking lad.
He was not very good,
Nor yet very bad.
She sent him to market,
A live goose he bought.
“Here! Mother,” says he,
“It will not go for naught.”
Jack’s goose and her gander
Grew very fond;
They’d both eat together,
Or swim in the pond.
Jack found one morning,
As I have been told,
His goose had laid him
An egg of pure gold.
Jack rode to his mother,
The news for to tell.
She called him a good boy
And said it was well.
And Old Mother Goose
The goose saddled soon,
And mounting its back,
Flew up to the moon.