The goose is a proud and a serious race
though he does not wear clothes, not of denim, not of lace.
He struts about to squak and hiss, a stern look on his face
and lest you kill him where he stands he claims, "This is my place!"
though he does not wear clothes, not of denim, not of lace.
He struts about to squak and hiss, a stern look on his face
and lest you kill him where he stands he claims, "This is my place!"
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