Those hundreds of Geese talk all night
into the wee hours;
its no wonder their days are almost silent,
all that jostling flock, I swear know each others mind;
they have a unison of fidelity to their lives
that could put much of modern Mankind to shame.
Those hundreds of Geese are not bad neighbours, at all,
and who knows maybe its my TV that keeps them up talking so late?