The Christmas Goose

Mr. Smegs was a gentleman, and he lived in London town. His wife, she was a good kind soul, and seldom known to frown. Twas on Christmas Eve, and Smegs and his wife, Lee, cozy in bed, when the thought of buying a goose came into his head. So the next morning, Just as the sun rose, he jumped out of bed and he donned his clothes, saying, Piggy, my

dear, you need not frown, for I'll buy you the best goose in all London town. So away to the poultry shop he goes and bought the goose as he did propose, and for it he paid one crown, the finest he thought in London town.

When Smigz bought the goose, he suspected no harm. But a naughty boy stole it from under his arm. Then Smigz he cried, stop thief, come back with my goose. But a naughty boy laughed at him and gave him much abuse.

But a policeman captured a naughty boy and gave the goose to Smigz, and said he was greatly bothered by a set of juvenile pricks. So the naughty boy was put in prison for stealing the goose, and got ten days' confinement before he got loose.

So Smigz ran home to his dear Peggy, saying, Hurry, and get this fat goose ready, that I have bought for one crown. So my darling, you need not frown. Dear Mr. Smigz, I will not frown.

I'm sure till cheap for one crown, especially at Christmas time. Oh, Mr. Smigs, it's really fine, Peggy. It is Christmas time, so let us drive d'all care away, for we have got a Christmas goose, so cook it well I pray.