THE CHASE OF THE WILD GOOSE

Now, this ugliness of times recent

Is really a ghost grossly indecent, 

Of the jumping of the many 

On the one that they so choose

For the chase of the wild goose.

For the making of us dependent

On the habit of one bad moment

And the decorated guilt to carry

On grounds of sand so loose

As to rival the laxity of their noose.

It is the object of this lesson

To temper the feeling and passion

Of any Tom, Dick and Harry.

In the book, it’s the oldest ruse,

A trick they never fear to overuse.

Never mind the acts of reason,

And the semblance of a sober nation,

There is much political tomfoolery

In a game both sides can’t afford to lose;

Pursuing, not a wild, but a golden goose.