There once was a goose, so splendid and bright,
Who laid golden eggs, oh, what a sight!
Not an ordinary bird, no, not in the least,
This goose was a spectre—a magical beast!
It lived on a plane where no one could go,
A place where time drifted and nothing could grow.
But each time it laid an egg, golden and round,
The world would rush in, drawn by the sound.
The people would scramble, they’d clamor and shout,
“That golden egg—let’s sort this out!”
Nations and kings, the rich and the poor,
Would rush to the spot and start up a war.
The treasure was grand, the bounty immense,
To own just one egg made fortunes intense.
They’d bicker and barter, they’d scheme and they’d steal,
All for a prize so shiny, so real.
But the goose in the clouds? It didn’t much care,
It just laid its eggs, floating high in the air.
The chaos below was nothing to see,
For it lived in its own space, happy and free.
“Let them fight,” thought the goose, “it matters not to me,
I’ll keep laying eggs, so splendid, so free.”
It wandered the skies, in its own special way,
Laying golden eggs day after day.
The wars raged on and the greed never ceased,
Everyone chasing their own golden feast.
But the goose simply hummed, without worry or woe,
For it didn’t care where the golden eggs go.
One day a child looked up at the sky,
And asked the wise goose, “But why, goose, why?
Why lay such treasures for all of us here,
When it leads to such fighting and fills us with fear?”
The goose gave a chuckle, a smile and a grin,
Its feathers all glowing with a magical spin.
“I lay these eggs because that’s what I do,
Not for your fights, for your riches, or you.”
“I don’t mind the noise, or the rush of the chase,
I’m just happy to float through this endless space.
You see, little one, I am what I am,
A goose laying eggs, like jam with its jam.”
The child thought a moment, and gave a small smile,
Then ran back to the world with thoughts to compile.
But the people below kept on with their fight,
While the goose soared above, in its own peaceful light.
For the goose was a spirit, so timeless, so wise,
Unbothered by treasures that dazzled their eyes.
It didn’t need gold or riches or fame,
It just laid golden eggs, without guilt, without shame.
And so it continued, the goose in the air,
Happy and free, without a care.
For no matter the clamor, the rush, or the roar,
The goose knew one thing—it would always lay more.