Classic Poem

Go tell Aunt Nancy,
Go tell Aunt Nancy,
Go tell Aunt Nancy
Her old gray goose is dead.

The one she'd been saving,
The one she'd been saving,
The one she'd been saving
To make a feather-bed.

She died last Friday,
She died last Friday,
She died last Friday
Behind the old barn shed.

Old gander's weeping,
Old gander's weeping,
Old gander's weeping
Because his wife is dead.

She's left five little goslings,
She's left five little goslings,
She's left five little goslings
To scratch for their own bread.