honk! honk!
rain or shine the goose girl
releases her feathered friends from their pen
and herds them to the lush green pasture,
using a long pole to gently guide them
down the crowded, busy street and
out into the countryside.
barefoot, the girl skips along calling
hey goosey-goosey, hey goosey!
she is in the pastureland now
the grass weaving between her toes
so thick, so cushy, so green--
--so yummy. geese are grazers, you know.
the goose girl sighs.
a happy sigh, you know.
a life-is-good sigh,
a contented sigh,
a delighted sigh,
a grass-between-your-toes sigh
and a sunshine-in-my-face kind of sigh,
you know?
honk! honk!
the geese want to move on now, you know.
the grass is green, the grass is yummy--
--but the geese are thirsty now.
the goose girl follows her geese
down the slope to the river.
clear water, muddy banks.
perfect mud, you know.
oozy mud,
slippery mud,
perfect-for-curious-beaks mud,
worms-in-the-dirt mud,
white-feather-staining mud,
lovely mud, you know.
honk! honk!
the geese are ready to dive in.
splash, splash.
fifteen dirty, mud coated geese
are washed clean.
the water isn't clear anymore.
honk! honk!
this is where you will find the goose girl
rain or shine here she will be.
this is where you will find the geese,
rain or shine, here they will be.
girl, geese, mud, water, grass, contentment.
It's all here, you know.
honk! honk!