Gabbling Chattering they ran free from spot to spot talking pom poms
I love the heat of the day lets splash splash in water of cooling sprite
My web feet is my lament why why are our feet so funny from others quack quack
Gossiping about the tree and shoe they walked two by two mile by mile filling the air with talk of blue
Looking at them with eyes of critic was the tree and shoe saying who you be to launder prance with tales of lies slanderous talk you know nothing about
Flipping beaks high as stars in the air they continued getting worser crueler with knife of cuts in backs of all laughing wait till they find out
Goose said what a lark it has been fun to rival all talk we heard in the neighboring town to sad
Gander you know I love this game of playing spider catch the fool unaware and bray bray bray at the talk exploding with any tale of unremarkable cad who say he know he know he know and has a pea for a brain ha ha ha ha
One day the Goose and Gander was up to their same game of spite knife cut the happy from faces of content and woe it was them who was the prey quarry and not anyone else sad is it not how fate returned the fall
The End
By Felicia McCaw
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