A white goose was stolen,
The owner's heart felt broken.
He went to the market.
He left no stone unturned in the search.
The goose saw him and started 'quack, quack, quack'
and its wings strongly flap, flap, flap.
The man holding the goose was the thief,
but arguing the fowl was his.
He had several records of theft,
After thorough investigation he was put under arrest.
The goose was smart and bright,
Its master it did recognize.
(based on true story)
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