The Goose Fair At Warsaw

Hiss! Hiss! Quack! Quack! The geese are trooping to Warsaw! In Warsaw there’s a giant Fair, And through the chill December air, O’er hills and uplands brown and bare, Waddling here and waddling there, The geese go forth to Warsaw.

Hiss! Hiss! Quack! Quack! The geese are trooping to Warsaw! For every winter, I’ve been told, A Goose Fair in that town they hold, And be they young or be they old, Sweet maiden geese, or ganders bold, They all must fare to Warsaw.

Hiss! Hiss! Quack! Quack! The geese are trooping to Warsaw! A million geese, or so they say, In noisy flocks are on the way. There’ll be the very deuce to pay If such an army goes astray, Of geese that tramp to Warsaw.

Hiss! Hiss! Quack! Quack! The geese are trooping to Warsaw! The goose-herds drive them, all a-row, And very well indeed they know That geese can never barefoot go, O’er frozen ground and eke on snow, The many miles to Warsaw.

Hiss! Hiss! Quack! Quack! The geese are trooping to Warsaw! But ere they leave their master’s land, They walk through tar and then through sand, And so on well-shod feet they stand, As, in a feathered army grand, The geese march on to Warsaw.

Hiss! Hiss! Quack! Quack! With arching neck and curving back, The booted geese go cackling down To meet their fate in Warsaw town. Hiss! Hiss!