Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 356
It was a goose who sadly cried,• Alas ! Alas! The farm is wide,And large the barnyard company.But no one ever looks at me;There really seems to be no use,Or praise, or glory, for a goose.They pet the dog whose bark and biteScare tramps by day and thieves by night;But when I bravely stand on… … Soon drives me out. Those birds they call Canaries cannot sing at all In my sweet fashion; yet their lay Is praised — from mine folks turn away.
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