The Garden of Geese gathered again
To gratify their growing cravings
For feathers and down with drinks all around
And to watch as Gander striped to his shavings.

This gaggle was found making a sound
Of cackles and honks and some braying
For amongst the birds an ass was heard
Hooting and rooting and saying...

I am fool who loves to break rules
And integrate with my presence
For birds and equine are so very fine
For we all are naked in essence.

Now if you come near have no fear
For they are dancing in the heather
They're united in bliss because of this
And dear donkey now dons a feather.

The Garden of Geese are now wearing fleece
Because the ovine came to join them
Now they all dance around making their sounds
While the ass enjoys the mayhem 

Kathy Lockhart
7/7/07