Bruce the Goose

I’m Bruce the goose And fly with geese I follow the rules In forming V’s And being a goose Sometimes I lead Then play caboose To lessen breeze Yet I faltered Their perfect V’s When I altered Their masterpiece I figured we’d Fly much better If we proceed With a new letter Seen from below Instead of V’s Our flight would show F’s, R’s, or D’s I got our flock To fly an H As the earth gawked At us on stage And for our next show We tried N’s and J’s But they were all slow Incurring delays And since we’re geese We need distance But mileage decreased Every instance Yet the next night Deep in slumber I figured it right: To fly a number Numbers are bold And by those ways We’ll leave the cold In half the days We first picked seven Thinking it’s lucky Looking toward heaven We would be ‘ducky’ No ‘ducky’ for geese So tried five then nine But that had to cease None of them were fine But being a goose I knew what to do And proposed to choose Four hundred and two A number that vast Couldn’t go wrong We’d fly lightning fast Direct and strong We flapped formation Just like the old V Made our rotations And some history But something went wrong With some of the geese Before very long We weren’t in one piece The four became five Some curves went straight The hundred nosed dived At too quick a rate We crashed on a mount Then found the clue That geese can’t count Past the number two