Old Mother Goose,
    When she wanted to wander,
Would ride through the air
    On a very fine gander.
Mother Goose had a house,
    'Twas built in a wood,
Where an owl at the door
    For sentinel stood.

She had a son Jack,
    A plain-looking lad,
He was not very good,
    Nor yet very bad.
She sent him to market,
    A live goose he bought;
See, mother, says he,
    I have not been for nought.
Jack's goose and her gander
    Grew very fond;
They'd both eat together,
    Or swim in the pond.

Jack found one fine morning,
    As I have been told,
His goose had laid him
    An egg of pure gold.
Jack ran to his mother
    The news for to tell,
She called him a good boy,
    And said it was well.
Jack sold his gold egg
    To a merchant untrue,
Who cheated him out of
    A half of his due.

Then Jack went a-courting
    A lady so gay,
As fair as the lily,
    And sweet as the May.
The merchant and squire
    Soon came at his back,
And began to belabour
    The sides of poor Jack.
Then old Mother Goose
    That instant came in,
And turned her son Jack
    Into famed Harlequin.

She then with her wand
    Touched the lady so fine,
And turned her at once
    Into sweet Columbine.
The gold egg in the sea
    Was thrown away then,
When an odd fish brought her
    The egg back again.
The merchant then vowed
    The goose he would kill,
Resolving at once
    His pockets to fill.

Jack's mother came in
    And caught the goose soon,
And mounting its back,
    Flew up to the moon.


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