The goose on the hill
Sharpened his bill
He wanted to shout
But he was afraid to speak out
He looked around
But his friends were nowhere to be found
He strained his neck
Looking everywhere
He saw butterflies, birds and bees
But none of his friends, the other geese.
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Beautiful rhymes in this Carol Anne. I hope he finds his fellow geese.
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LOL me too 😉
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Those other geese! Hope the single goose had a good afternoon, nonetheless.
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Yeah 😁☺️
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Well, the poor goose has a dilemma indeed ……. will have to forge friendships with the birds, bees and butterflies! Things could be worse, I guess ……
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Ha ha yes I suppose they could 🖤🖤
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I wonder where all the other geese went? Despite the slightly anxious feeling, I enjoyed reading this. It felt like the beginnings of a children’s story with an important message behind it, yet to be revealed 🙂
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Thank you 🙂 so glad you enjoyed reading it 😅😍
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