My goose’s name was Fatty, it came from Cincinnati
without buttons, without bows, without feathers, without toes,
and this is how my story goes:
R-O-A-S-T roast you! T-O-A-S-T toast you!
Also, may I boast you were juicy, plump and stout!
We served you with potatoes, we served you with a pie,
we served you with those little sprouts from Brussels, none deny.
I loved you with potatoes, I loved you with the pie,
I tried the sprout, I spit it out, but goose, you flew so high!