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One goose they had, ('twas all they could allow,)
A wakeful sentry, and on duty now,
Whom to the gods for sacrifice they vow;
Her, with malicious zeal, the couple viewed;
She ran for life, and, limping, they pursued.
Full well the fowl perceived their bad intent,
And would not make her masters' compliment;
But, persecuted, to the powers she flies,
And close between the legs of Jove she lies.
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