The Ballad of the Silly Goose

In meadows green where breezes play,
There lived a goose, quite far from gray.
With feathers white as winter’s snow,
A silly soul, as geese do go.

This goose, you see, had quite a flair,
For antics bold and a flair for air.
In ponds and lakes, it loved to swim,
A dancing, honking, feathered hymn.

Its honk would echo through the dell,
A tale of whimsy it would tell.
With every waddle, every flap,
It brought a smile, a joyous clap.

One day, our goose, with merry eyes,
Decided it would touch the skies.
It spread its wings, so broad and free,
And soared above with jubilee.

But geese, alas, are bound by earth,
Their wings are not of endless worth.
So down it tumbled, in a spin,
With flapping wings and a comical grin.

The animals, both far and near,
Watched the show, full of cheer.
For in this dance of winged delight,
They found a joy that felt just right.

Oh, silly goose, with spirit bright,
You filled our days with sheer delight.
With every waddle, every quack,
You left a mark that won’t roll back.

So, here’s a toast to feathered friends,
Whose antics bring us joy that never ends.
In meadows green and skies above,
The silly goose, a tale of love.