September
21
The Lay of a Golden Goose by Louisa May Alcott
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ******************* Who straightway peeped out of the shell To view the world beyond, Longing at once to sally forth And paddle in the pond. ******************** “Oh! be not rash,” her father said, A mild Socratic [...]
