FOX AND GEESE

By Albert Bigelow Paine

Two foxes stole two geese one night,

When the air was warm and the moon was bright:

One started west — one started east —

Their hearts intent on a glorious feast.

But alas! for the things that we hope to do!

A funny old man, with pistols two,

Came running out, where the moon was bright,

And they dropped their plunder and took to flight.