THE FOX AND THE GEESE.

THERE was once a Goose at the point of death,
So she called her three daughters near,
And desired them all, with her latest breath,
Her last dying words to hear:

"There's a Mr. Fox," said she, "that I know,
Who lives in a covert hard by,

To our race he has proved a deadly foe,
So beware of his treachery.

"Build houses, ere long, of stone or of bricks,
And get tiles for your roofs, I pray;

For I know, of old, Mr. Reynard's tricks,
And I fear he may come any day.”

Thus saying, she died, and her daughters fair,—
Gobble, Goosey, and Ganderee,—
Agreed, together, that they would beware

Of Mr. Fox, their enemy.

But Gobble, the youngest, I grieve to say,
Soon came to a very bad end,

Because she preferred her own silly way,
And would not to her mother attend.

For she made, with some boards, an open nest,
For a roof took the lid of a box;

Then quietly laid herself down to rest,

And thought she was safe from the Fox.

But Reynard, in taking an evening run,
Soon scented the goose near the pond;
Thought he, "Now I'll have some supper and fun,
For of both I am really fond."

Then on to the box he sprang in a trice,
And roused Mrs. Gobble from bed;
She only had time to hiss once or twice,
Ere he snapped off her lily-white head.

Her sisters at home felt anxious and low,
When
poor Gobble did not appear,

And Goosey, determined her fate to know,
Went and sought all the field far and near.

At last she descried poor Gobble's head,
And some feathers, not far apart,

So she told Ganderee she had found her dead,
And they both felt quite sad at heart.

Now Goosey was pretty, but liked her own way, Like Gobble, and some other birds;

""Tis no matter," said she, "if I only obey A part of my mother's last words."