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LOUISE
by Selia Qynn 6/20/2004

I have a baby goose
h
er name’s Louise.
She follows me most everywhere.
And when she talks to me,
Which is almost all the time,
There’s one thing always on her mind:

Peep, peep, peep, peep.
Peep, peep, peep, peep.
Peep, peep, peep, peep.

Someday, I don’t know when,
But for sure someday,
Maybe out going for a walk,
Louise’s voice will change.
We’ll both be surprised
When the ‘peep’ she meant to say is ‘honk’!

Should I make a deal of it
And compliment her style?
Or just pretend a ‘peep’ is what I heard?
Please tell me if you know,
I don’t want to offend.
Louise is such a lovely bird.

Peep, peep, peep, peep.
Peep, peep, peep, peep.
Peep, peep, peep, peep.

I put things in my pocket she likes to find.
I let her steal them for the fun.
I try to grab it back –a tug or two.
Then its Louise’s loot. She’s on the run.

When I’m not in them
She likes sitting on my boots.
And she likes to climb up in my lap.
I like the downy spot underneath her wing.
Where she hides her nose to take a nap.

When it rains, she eats drops out of the air.
And when she sees a puddle, she will wade.
Even though she doesn’t know yet,
She can fly, she can really strut her stuff.
She’s a one-goose parade.

Peep, peep, peep, peep.
Peep, peep, peep, peep.
Peep, peep, peep, peep
.