A NEWSPAPER PUFF
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Twelve geese In a row (So these Always go). Down-hill They meander, Tail to bill; First the gander. So they stalked, Bold as brass As they walked To the grass. Suddenly Stopped the throng; Plain to see Something's wrong Yes; there is Something white! No quiz; Clear to sight. ('Twill amuse When you're told 'Twas a news- Paper old.) Gander spoke. Braver bird Never broke Egg, I've heard: "Stand here Steadily, Never fear, Wait for me." Forth he went, Cautious, slow, Body bent, Head low. All the rest Stood fast, Waiting for What passed. Wind came With a caper, Caught same Daily paper. Up it sailed In the air; Courage failed Then and there. Scared well Out of wits; Nearly fell Into fits. Off they sped, Helter-skelter, 'Till they'd fled Under shelter. Poor geese! Never mind; Other geese One can find, Cut the same Foolish caper At empty wind In a paper.
H. Pyle
