Both scrambled, poached, an' fried.
An' last December I ate so many
I very nearly died.
I like 'em runny, crispy, white,
yellow, browned, an' boiled,
But this here gift you gave to me
Has really got me spoiled.
Six geese a layin' all day long,
I just foller 'em 'round,
With my fork an' with some salt,
An' with a sausage pound.
You've won my heart, my stomach too,
Let's tie the knot together.
A gift like this means the world to me;
Let's be yolked forever.
