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From a little ways back, but it's a favorite. My feet have been dragging on the piece currently occupying the dining room table and I've started getting twitchy with the lag.

Mother Goose had a son. While she rode her gander (make what you will of that), her boy had a goose that laid golden eggs. And there was a house. And an owl thrown in for good measure. It's something of a fresh jumble of characters faded and familiar.