OLD Mother Goose became quite new, And joined a woman's club; She left poor Father Goose at home To care for Sis and Bub. They called for stories by the score, And laughed and cried to hear All of the queer and merry songs, That in this book appear. When Mother Goose at last returned, For her there was no use; The goslings much preferred to hear The tales of Father Goose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SABBATH MORNING by JOHN LEYDEN A CALIFORNIA CHRISTMAS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER HIC JACET by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON AMERICA by SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH MYRRHA by VITTORIO AMEDEO ALFIERI COSMIC BLESSINGS by SISTER BENEDICTION |