OLD Mother Goose became quite new, And joined a woman's club; She left poor Father Goose at home To care for Sis and Bub. They called for stories by the score, And laughed and cried to hear All of the queer and merry songs, That in this book appear. When Mother Goose at last returned, For her there was no use; The goslings much preferred to hear The tales of Father Goose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ICE-CREAM SANDWICH by KAREN SWENSON TOM O'ROUGHLEY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS 1914: 1. PEACE by RUPERT BROOKE SPRING by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY REMEMBER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI YOUTH, DAY, OLD AGE AND NIGHT by WALT WHITMAN TARQUIN AND THE AUGUR by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN TO MISS RIGBY, ON HER ATTENDANCE UPON HER MOTHER AT BUXTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |