On a cold November afternoon,
Momma goose with the broken wing…
Wandered around down by the pond
Her family had flown south
With the rest of the geese living there…
Momma goose with the broken wing,
Couldn’t fly or get in the air.
Sometimes one or two would stay,
The younger ones not full-grown…
But this year it seems she’s left with her dreams
To waddle through snow alone.