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.