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Oh, Gander, my goose,
How did you get loose?
And why did you wander so far?
Don’t I give you your feed,
And everything you need,
And I even let you ride in my car?
It doesn’t seem right
To take off in the night
And leave me forlorn and alone.
Your roost is so bare,
Oh, don’t you care
That I worry my worry to the bone?
Oh goosie, my dear,
Put an end to my fear,
Retake your abode with me, stay.
I’ll give you the best,
Peace, safety, and rest,
For at least until Christmas day.
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