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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

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