Goosey, goosey, gander,

Goosey, goosey, gander,
    Whither will you wander?
Upstairs and downstairs,
    And in my lady's chamber!

Helen Beatrix Potter

Helen Beatrix Potter was an English writer, illustrator, natural scientist, and conservationist best known for her children's books featuring animals, such as those in 'The Tale of Peter Rabbit.' Born in 1866, she grew up in a wealthy Unitarian family. Potter's works have had a profound impact on children’s literature. Besides writing, she was also an avid conservationist and used proceeds from her books to preserve the Lake District's natural beauty. She passed away in 1943.

Helen Beatrix Potter

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        Goosey, goosey, gander,
        Where shall I wander?
    Up stairs, down stairs,
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    There I met an old man
        That would not say his prayers;
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This pig went to market;
    This pig stayed at home;

This pig had a bit of meat;

And this pig had none;

This little pig cried
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    Old Mother Goose, when
    She wanted to wander,
    Would ride through the air
    On a very fine gander.

    Mother Goose had a house,
    'Twas built in a wood,
    Where an owl at the door
    For sentinel stood.

    This is her son Jack,
    A plain-looking lad,
    He is not very good,
    Nor yet very bad.

    She sent him to market,
    A live goose he bought,
    Here, mother, says he,
    It will not go for nought.

    Jack's goose and her gander,
    Grew very fond;
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    Goosy, goosy, gander,
    Who stands yonder?
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    Take her up, and shake her.

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