Mother Goose had a house,
‘Twas built in a wood,
Where an owl at the door
For sentinel stood.
She had a son, Jack,
A plain-looking lad,
He was not very good,
Nor yet very bad.
She sent him to market,
A live goose he bought;
See, Mother, says he,
I have not been for nought.
Jack’s goose and her gander
Grew very fond;
They’d both eat together,
Or swim in the pond.
Jack found one fine morning,
As I have been told,
His goose had laid him
An egg of pure gold.
Jack ran to his mother
The news for to tell,
She called him a good boy
And said it was well.