The World’s Wit and Humor: An Encyclopedia in 15 Volumes. 1906.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (18091892)The Goose
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Her rags scarce held together;
There strode a stranger to the door,
And it was windy weather.
He uttered rhyme and reason:
“Here, take the goose, and keep you warm;
It is a stormy season.”
A goose—’twas no great matter.
The goose let fall a golden egg
With cackle and with clatter.
And ran to tell her neighbours;
And blessed herself, and cursed herself,
And rested from her labours.
Grew plump and able-bodied,
Until the grave church-warden doffed,
The parson smirked and nodded.
She felt her heart grow prouder.
But, ah! the more the white goose laid,
It clacked and cackled louder.
It stirred the old wife’s mettle;
She shifted in her elbow-chair,
And hurled the pan and kettle.
Then waxed her anger stronger:
“Go, take the goose, and wring her throat;
I will not bear it longer!”
Ran Gaffer, stumbled Gammer.
The goose flew this way, and flew that,
And filled the house with clamour.
They floundered all together,
There strode a stranger to the door,
And it was windy weather.
He uttered words of scorning:
“So keep you warm, or keep you cold,
It is a stormy morning.”
And round the attics rumbled,
Till all the tables danced again,
And half the chimneys tumbled.
The blast was hard and harder.
Her cap blew off, her gown blew up,
And a whirlwind cleared the larder.
Her household fled the danger,
Quoth she, “The devil take the goose,
And God forget the stranger!”