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Robert Southey - To a Goose
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If thou didst feed on western plains of yore 
Or waddle wide with flat and flabby feet 
Over some Cambrian mountain`s plashy moor, 
Or find in farmer`s yard a safe retreat 
From gipsy thieves and foxes sly and fleet; 
If thy grey quills by lawyer guided, trace 
Deeds big with ruin to some wretched race, 
Or love-sick poet`s sonnet, sad and sweet, 
Wailing the rigour of some lady fair; 
Or if, the drudge of housemaid`s daily toil, 
Cobwebs and dust thy pinion white besoil, 
Departed goose! I neither know nor care. 
But this I know, that thou wert very fine, 
Seasoned with sage and onions and port wine.
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