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Nov., 1888.
From the regions of the north / Where the waters now are frozen, / Towards the south they issue forth / A flock of wild geese of four dozen.
But when they flew o'er the river Thames / They swooped down to take a dive, / But sport with shot gun at them aims / And one at least did not survive.
And he now says it tasted fine, / And that it was both fat and big, / A hungry man did on it dine, / Satisfied with just one leg.
He was sorry fowl to kill, / But they awoke him from his slumber, / The air with cackle they did fill, / And thus they lost one of their number.