By chance if you care to walk,
Along the path so green
There is one simple rule,
That you must follow, I have seen
Tend to the beauty of the meadow,
And what lies within there beyond
As you gaze toward the sky so blue,
Beware the wrath near the glistening pond
For one day I stood there, I know not how long
When the days became short and quite colder,
A flock of Carolina geese flew overhead
And got me right square on the shoulder
So if by chance you care to walk
And stroll the path of the poet’s walk loop
Look to the skies and be prepared
There’s a flock of Carolina geese that poop
