Mother Goose

Mother Goose, Mother Goose
Hold your goslings close,
For evil is on the prowl.
Keep your babies hidden away
Behind the tall grass in your marshy swamp.

Mother Goose, Mother Goose
Hold your goslings tight.
For their curious eyes have seen
The insidious bright blue sky,
And will soon begin to take flight.

Mother Goose, Mother Goose
Hold your goslings down.
Shelter them from the sky’s deceptive beauty.
Do no let them spread their wings,
And leave you all alone.

Mother Goose, Mother Goose
Your clutch is not strong enough
To hold your goslings back forever.
Soon they will force past your constricting grasp,
And shatter your overprotective wings
In their desperate path to freedom.