A Canadian Goose - Poem by Debora Soramaki
A Canadian goose was on the loose.
Every day he would say as he'd fly
High in the sky, ' Look at me, look at me,
I'm free, I'm free! '
He was a silly ole goose,
His best friend was a moose.
Around the big water
They would tease the young otter,
And when the black bear stood there,
To stare, the goose and the moose
Gave him a scare.
But I like that silly goose
Who was always on the loose.
He'd be honking for a mile
Just to make me smile.
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