"Near half our precious lives are spent
In idle dreams and napping."
"Yes, yes," outspoke another fowl,
Whose tongue outweighed his learning,
"All things are made for ganders, sure;
For us the world is turning.
Then must we sacrifice our rights,
With half our pleasures, and-er
Be made the dupes of Madam Moon?
No! not if I'm a gander!"
"That's where you're sound," hissed out a third;
"'T is time her tricks were ended;
They 're all insulting, mean, and low,
And doubtless all intended.
Her place must instantly be filled
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