Saturday Night

Well, I must say, I quite renewed my youth to-day! How lucky that I chanced to go, Just when I did, beside that row Of hollyhocks beyond the gate! Lucky for her at any rate; For suddenly I heard Miss Goose Struggling and crying, “Let me loose!” And, from behind the hollyhocks, Who should jump out but Mr. Fox! (The very same one, by the way, I almost caught the other day.) Soon as I nabbed him, in his fright, He dropped Miss Goose and took to flight. Then after him like mad I flew, But—what could poor old Rover do? I am not what I used to be, So I let go, and ran to see At once how poor Miss Goose had fared, And found her much less hurt than scared From having come so near the noose:— A sadder and a wiser goose.