The Old Goose from West Keet
There was once an old goose from West Keet,
who was born without any feet.
He tried to fly so he wouldn't die,
but a car ran him down in the street.
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There was once an old goose from West Keet,
who was born without any feet.
He tried to fly so he wouldn't die,
but a car ran him down in the street.
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