One day last summer, Huck and I unpenned
The flock of geese that rubbagged by the barn
And herded them along with our two calves
Down to the little pond beside the ferns
And watched them drink until I thought to send
Huck for pap’s whiskey–to get them drunk for laughs.

We poured the crock’s full gallon in the pond 
And stirred it up with our bare feet and sat 
Down on the bank to watch the outcome of 
This joke of mine upon those silly fat 
Waddlers, who soon were rolling in the fronds,
Hawking and belching, full of goosey love.